Tag Archives: Ian Sands

it was a house

it was a house now like a bomb hit it but somehow more devastating because it was not the work of a bomb rather a long-suffering neglect inside are voices not ghosts, per se Ian Sands lives in Northern California … Continue reading

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Everything you found

you found something worth preserving/you found something difficult to say/you turned around and the room looked different/you found a very nice decade/you found something that didn’t fit through the door/you made it fit/you found something that should have been destroyed … Continue reading

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Beautifully Red

“I want to show you something,” he snapped, dragging me along his tiny hand in mine past the fire-breathing dragon past the knight in armor past the damsel in distress beyond the gates of the kingdom before stopping at a … Continue reading

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Met Cute

When we go out, I like to tell people we met on a cruise ship we snorkled into each other in the ocean they always chuckle and seem happy they don’t want to know about online dating and that moment … Continue reading

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