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Hannah Six
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Lady at the Bar (Day 610)
she finds fault when she wants what’s not  there   impossible to grasp to understand    and now   watch    how interesting   the way  her hand hovers  for a moment  too long   before she decides to withdraw the favor (c) 2018, by Hannah Six

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Hearing Him (Day 609)
I like hearing him     when he isn’t talking  when I can hear him     thinking     of new distractions     and glistening     attractions to lure our attention     far from the drama     we all crave I like listening     to the wheels     as they turn, slow...
Hearing Him (Day 609)
Hearing Him (Day 609)
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Elided (Day 601)
Hours like November trees     denuded   silent   invisible  sidewalks coated with answers like gaudy rings  on knobby fingers a moth in the darkness    I am unmentionable my most joyous years  elided now  quiet as a cloud   I exist  in the passive tense   s...

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Entitlement (Day 570)
I’m interested in knowing   why he walks all over  me  stomping heavily on  my head  with his hard-soled shoes while I’m sick in bed.  I’m interested in knowing why he thought no one  would say he is a liar when his stories grow  more ridiculous by the day....
Entitlement (Day 570)
Entitlement (Day 570)
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The First One (Day 541)
The first one happened  when you weren’t  looking  just sitting there on the bench  in your tan suede cowboy boots idly crunching chunks of ice  under your heels  snow melting under the gaze of a February sun seeping in around the edges  like a rusty nail d...

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Jane (Day 495)
History whispers. Intimate unknowable. She speaks in shadows. (c) 2018, by Hannah Six
Jane (Day 495)
Jane (Day 495)
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Holding On (Day 461)
Raspberry Beret. Twenty-six flights of stairs. Over and over. Old proverb tells us: Youth is wasted on the young. Thoughtlessly squandered. How else could it be? It’s painful, living, loving. If we knew, would we? Lovers, parents, pets, Smooth skin, stamina...
Holding On (Day 461)
Holding On (Day 461)
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The Empty Beach (Day 454)
The Empty Beach (Day 454)
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