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Alexsondra Tomasulo

Might This Be Paradise

I lay unplugged, in what I can only describe as paradise. The sky was almost cloudless, except for one, billowy puff every now and then,...

Alexsondra Tomasulo

Keep Your Eye On The Ball

Time is running out, so I’ll get right to the point. But after that, I cannot guarantee a direct course through my story. I always...

Alexsondra Tomasulo

Coastal Chorus

Coastal Chorus Summer days spin by a whoosh of blues and greens along with braids of seaweed, travelers check in for a respite drop their...

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Saving Face While Acting The Fool

She lived in the woods, and still does for that matter, thankfully, some things don’t change. The following is just one of the many...

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No more Titles/No More Doubts

notes from a journal almost completed You were birthed from Light and Love, yet your physical beginnings may not reflect this. So when...

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In Gratitude Of The Last Piece

the years have passed, memories of my mother are spread across the floor like colorful pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. i have put them...

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The Naked Truth

the naked truth lies beneath the props of make up and fine clothes it touches not, the well sculpted muscles, nor the plasticity of ...

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What Do You Hold Sacred?

What do you hold sacred what brings you home, pulling you gently allowing for the pause the moment of silence, that space where you bow...