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Goodbye, Blue Monday. Hello, Indigo Tuesday. Positivity and connection through poetry and short stories. Learning to be human.

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    Author: Allyson Morin

    Sharing stories bridges the gaps between people and has the power to create revolutionary change. Goodbye, Blue Monday. Hello, Indigo Tuesday. Positivity and connection through poetry and short stories. Learning to be human. indigotuesday.com

    I don’t know, blue?

    I mourn for the way your favorite color used to be a question worthy of thought, now a bread crumb lost along the way of living.  –I don’t know, blue?

    February 11, 2019February 11, 2019 by Allyson Morin

    By the magic held in storms

    on rainy days the front porch transforms by the magic held in storms to a rocky shore and I, standing there with sea wind in my hair, like… Read more “By the magic held in storms”

    February 9, 2019February 9, 2019 by Allyson Morin

    Chilly Morning

    It’s too cold today.Too cold to grindthe sleep from my eyesand rise.Outside,I see life suspendedin crystalized ice.Inside,I am swirled in a snowglobe,a tiny frozen breathcurling back to… Read more “Chilly Morning”

    February 4, 2019 by Allyson Morin

    my monsters

    I starved myself down to the marrow in the narrow hope that my demons would find these bones to skinny to lick clean. Oh, but these monsters found rooms in my… Read more “my monsters”

    January 31, 2019February 6, 2019 by Allyson Morin

    Sugar Shack

    My god lives here in the darkness, in the snow, in buckets of sap, the soul of the trees, flowing by the freeze and thaw of howling night and gentle day, like me, learning to… Read more “Sugar Shack”

    January 29, 2019January 29, 2019 by Allyson Morin

    hungry heart

    Caught on the exhale, hungry heart and empty lungs, lips tangled together you filled me with air 

    January 23, 2019January 23, 2019 by Allyson Morin

    Morning snowfall

    I awoke on an island, a curious castaway, the quiet white sea spread before me.

    January 20, 2019 by Allyson Morin

    Wicked Lies

    There is a ghost of who I used to be who lays her head on the underside of my pillow and whispers wicked lies behind my eyes… Read more “Wicked Lies”

    January 20, 2019 by Allyson Morin

    These walls

    These walls are high but poorly built. The right brick crumbling sends it tumbling. 

    January 18, 2019 by Allyson Morin

    The second boy who loved me

    The second time a boy told me he loved me I was 13.“I love u,” my phone buzzed, my head buzzed, New feelings, no end.  “Love u 2,” I responded,… Read more “The second boy who loved me”

    January 16, 2019January 16, 2019 by Allyson Morin

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