Prose Poured Gently, One Capsule at a Time.
A mask of black upon his head, A spotted black and darkened tail, A lovely yellow eyes, he led A life beyond the garden rail. A handsome look, a steady gaze, Beyond my door, he’d wait and wag, To greet the morning’s golden haze, Before the day began to lag. Every Sundays when the house…
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The Intense Beginning Our first encounter wasn’t calm. Vera entered the clinic like a whirlwind-inquisitive, detail-oriented, and asking question after question. I soon realized that Vera herself is like those designs: complex and precise. I didn’t know then she would become a vital compass in my life, helping me find a direction I didn’t even…
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Working behind a service counter in a medical setting is a lot like living in a fishbowl-except the fish are expected to dispense wisdom, keep secrets, and maintain a perfect BMI. Between the sliding glass windows and the constant keyboard courage of my patients, myc cubicle has become a front-row seat to the best comedy…
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“I spent 18 years building an altar of work, only to realize I was starving for soul-sustenance. I went home as a stranger, I left as a daughter who finally knows how to sleep soundly.” For a long time, I was a stranger to my own family. I had become a devotee to the “altar…
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So gracious in the spotlight, arrogance in the murky dark. Behind the back, a sinister plot- a dagger placed inside her heart. Standing with your allies, the sly smirk I saw. A glorious figure, high and mighty, with a self-important pot belly. Do not lecture me on character, when you yourself are a bender. Behind…
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Now that I am in my mid- 40s, I can look back and see that life has been generous in giving me tangerines, not lemons. And honestly, I’m glad. These tart and sweet moments have made me exactly who I am today. 1. Pruning my Garden: My Circle is Small, But Made of Rarest Gems…
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Prose and Capsules by Eorie Faye 