Tag Archives: Life

Burnt

Posted on March 17, 2016 by The Sterling LIne

I had never smoked in my life. Well, other than that one half pack of menthols in junior year of high school. Then I ended up giving the other half to my friend, Shania, who had encouraged me to buy … Continue reading →

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We Are Not Made of Paper

Posted on March 15, 2015 by The Sterling LIne

I am not made of paper. That’s what they want now. Simple sheets, thin, manageable, slick to the touch. Printed only on one side, shiny and bold. The image can become reality, they say, Such a strange flip from the … Continue reading →

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I’m Sorry, I’m Not for Sale

Posted on October 26, 2014 by The Sterling LIne

Long ago, when this album (cassette!) made a regular appearance in my Walkman (like I said, long ago), my boyfriend at the time, perhaps in a need to impress, who can know, proudly told me he could get me a … Continue reading →

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Descending Evolution

Posted on August 3, 2014 by The Sterling LIne

Like water, forever feeling the pull downhill, toward the center of the Earth, the constant longing to settle in cracks and gullies, to fill the valleys and riverbeds of an ever-changing landscape, we bubble like fast running brooks, choosing laughter … Continue reading →

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The World is a Sphere

Posted on July 4, 2014 by The Sterling LIne

The world is a sphere. No edges, no corners, no endings. Remember this in your endeavors And enjoy the travels and weigh stations as best you can, Because final destinations are a myth. No matter where you find yourself It’s … Continue reading →

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On Dry Land

Posted on August 18, 2012 by The Sterling LIne

Cocoa too hot to the touch As shocking to the fingertips as the cold tabletop is to naked wrists. The tactile sensations of life, intruding into my numbed psyche reminding me that I’m still alive. Stealing my thoughts back to … Continue reading →

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Emulation vs. Deification

Posted on August 28, 2011 by The Sterling LIne

I was driving today. There was too much traffic going at too slow a pace, leaving me ample opportunity for my mind to wander in attempts at keeping myself sane, when I saw a car in front of me with … Continue reading →

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Living Your Age…

Posted on June 3, 2011 by The Sterling LIne

“Though there are many individuals who are the exception, it seems that modern society has chosen a very specific age to aspire to.. that age when one is just on the doorstep of adulthood- When you are legally an adult … Continue reading →

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Her Beautiful Face

Posted on March 20, 2011 by The Sterling LIne

When Truth shows her beautiful face, awe is layered with recognition giving the taste of a long forgotten sweetness marbled with the pain of remembered dreams. Soft eyes that miss nothing Peer unblinking into your soul She smiles even as … Continue reading →

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Sound of Stillness

Posted on March 18, 2011 by The Sterling LIne

I have opened my eyes in a new home Everything changed looks the same here, The usual things and familiar faces But there is a melodious quiet It’s sound is echoed in the raindrops And the hum of air playing … Continue reading →

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