Fridge Magnet Poetry: "Downwind of spring"

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Downwind of spring,
a winter-tan girl is waiting
for an angel-cheek poet
to soothe her rose-weed soul.

She is by the river,
a wild bouquet
wet from drinking the rain.

—Sarah Torribio

Fridge magnet poetry: "My slip-stream song. . ."

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You are my slip-stream song,
dynamite bouquet and
hurricane whisper.
Make a path between struggle and Eden.
Coax full my meager heart.

—Sarah Torribio 

Fridge Magnet Poetry: "Let love wilt"

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Let love wilt 
(instructions on a breakup)

Give a wet boohoo.
Make a hard drink.
See a psychiatrist.
Move to Kalamazoo.
Remember the struggle.
Thrive on solitary laughter.
Don't reflect on how his smile was the sun.

—Sarah Torribio

Random Musing: Pastel goth in the morning

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Random Musing: Formica dreams

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This is the third in a series of random musings inspired by patterns I encountered in my friend's kitchen. Nikole lives in Paradise, by which I mean the town in Northern California. She rents a house there and the kitchen has some late '60s, 'early '70s touches.

These include time-machine shelf paper lining the drawers—we're talking mint condition. And this charming Formica counter—along with a matching table—which in my kitsch-loving eyes is to die for.

Taking a trip is always inspiring. And sometimes, it's the little, tiny details that get you going.

Ramdon Musing: 1970s wisdom

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Random Musing: Encouragement

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