Tag Archives: Maurine Killough

the unadopted

outside the concentric circles i sprout branches creeping toward the clusters but the root never quite takes no bloodline is established the circles pass like bubbles around me i can see in but they will pop if i touch them … Continue reading

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jesus fix

just 16 and bumping along in the Moving Truck texas to california big brother my jesus drives just him and me sitting tall in my seat soaking in this precious stretch of time so hungry for my big brother his … Continue reading

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