Archives d’auteur : Stina

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If I could tell you about me in a neat and tidy definitive statement, I don't think I'd be writing this blog.

Nobody is going to listen to an asshole.

Publié le 17 février 2020

Happy Family Day, my fellow Ontariens, and everyone in Canada, no matter which day you get to celebrate this provincial holiday. To enjoy this lovely holiday, I awoke early, then made my way to the gym, a necessary evil in … Lire la suite →

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Fear and growing in This Oasis

Publié le 16 février 2020

Machines and paved roads Comfort and ease Survival instincts forgotten The adventurous soul placated, suffocated By trips to the grocery store in a car My heart feels the pull of wild places And strange, new faces My mind is clearest … Lire la suite →

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Adrift

Publié le 11 février 2020

Maybe they weren’t award-winning, but I had the fire to write them. And I liked my poems. They are finished products. And perhaps my songs are simple, but I had the affliction to write them. Finished products. And maybe my … Lire la suite →

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Hurt

Publié le 1 février 2020

Me. My version of Hurt from Johnny Cash. December of 2018. My shitty ukulele-playing. And some production added, February of 2020. Pretty fun. And I’m dreaming again… http://www.dropbox.com/s/mt828n2srtf4p1r/Hurt.mp3

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Nómada

Publié le 2 mars 2019

What cross do you bear? Knowing that is half its weight. At least. I know mine, and for that I am grateful. For with this awareness, I can choose how I handle its heavy load. My entire life, I have … Lire la suite →

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Stages of winter

Publié le 15 décembre 2018

Oh, the winter. Longer than a season. From clocks back to clocks forward. Eighteen weeks of cold darkness. The inspiration of summer hastily extinguishes and I rush home to escape the cold; to an empty apartment where I do nothing … Lire la suite →

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Cages

Publié le 2 avril 2018

I am mourning the loss of a loved one. This person is not dead, it’s worse. This person is alive and hates me.   Quitting smoking is never a done deal. It is a daily victory, one I have not … Lire la suite →

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