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Eighteen years later
“Eighteen Years Later” Free-Verse Poetry, 9-23-17 My inability to hate you Is the biggest detriment in my adult life. I was young and inexperienced, Putty in your hands, Moldable and folding myself over and over again Until there was almost nothing left. I want to sever the insatiable connection to you, Because it still hurts that you didn’t feel it too. Losing you damn near killed me. I thought I knew what love was, But you said I didn’t. You were wrong; I knew everything. -Brandi Easterling Collins
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As I Ponder and Query: Inspiration, Jordan’s Sister Update
I have been furiously editing Jordan’s Sister over the summer while my test readers enjoyed the story. Each of them found different things that I hadn’t. Editing my own work is the most difficult task, but it is also the most rewarding. Finding a better, smoother way to say what I need to in order to convey the right meaning is satisfying. I’m proud of my work. Each day, I am a better writer than I was the day before. It was different writing Jordan’s Sister than Caroline’s Lighthouse because I wasn’t pulling heavily from previous material. Caroline’s Lighthouse was a rewrite of a story I wrote at 15—the most polished…
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Echoes
“Echoes” Free-Verse, July-August 2017 Your ghost follows me around, haunting and taunting me. I don’t know if I miss you, or the me I was before you. Through the window, I catch a glimpse of you behind the trees— a shadow of who you once were to me, still frozen in time. Trapped inside these walls are lies I’ve tried to ignore, bubbling up in the peeling paint, all these years later. Echoes of past conversations bleed in my ears while I scream over the noise of what is now silent. Living in parallels, I guide the me I once was to escape the darkness into safety and light, though…
