Author: Syndal
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unsteady
Body: clay, molded to imperfection, baked and glazed and baked and painted, placed at the edge of a three-legged table that shakes and shudders under no one’s touch. Mind: the table. If you enjoy reading my posts, please like, comment, and/or subscribe. I’d love to connect with you. Also, if my poems suit you, check…
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fragile
If only from steel were we formedOr iron rebar, unbowed in storm.Dust-sculpted skin flakes from bone.Hearts ache from tragedy borne. If you enjoy reading my posts, please like, comment, and/or subscribe. I’d love to connect with you. Also, if my poems suit you, check out other poems I’ve written on my poetry page. © Copyright…
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Brief Answers to the Big Questions: A Review
This week I read Stephen Hawking’s posthumously published Brief Answers to the Big Questions. I would have gone with his classic, but alas, the latter wasn’t in stock at my local library and I already have enough books to fill a fifth bookshelf once I get around to buying one.
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The Darkest Child: A Review
Ruthless. Completely ruthless. From the first chapter to the sixty-second. Dear lord, hold onto your butts because this story will bring you to tears, will sicken you with dread.
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Man’s Search for Meaning: A Review
I took the weekend off from writing after a strenuous week filled with hours and miles of running and hours and hours of work. Add in the additional stress of imposter syndrome and finishing the last class for my second degree and, yes, I needed a mini mental vacation.
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The Mind of the Leader by Rasmus Hougaard and Jacqueline Carter: A Review
Most passengers slept (my twin and I did took the red eye), but of course I had to read. Visions of grandeur and a bigger brain refused to let me rest. So today, weeks later, I humbly give you my review of The Mind of the Leader (find the Goodreads synopsis here).
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Review: Brother Night by Victor Kelleher
Disclaimer: I generally don’t read middle-grade fiction. It doesn’t quite suit my taste; I yearn for more depth, which I often find wonting in fiction for younger crowds.
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consequence
This poem came to me during a dark time after I selfishly hurt someone very close to me. I wish I could say it was an accident, but I understood what I was doing. Who knew the consequences would be so excruciating? Pride Seeks to prove I am a god, So I twirl ice around…
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depression is
Depression is dark dark dark. Exhaustion. Sadness. An urge to kill yourself and relieve the world of the burden of you. Never forget it. Check in on your friends. Don’t be the one to say “I never thought…. ” Think.