All Posts By Elisabeth Horan

And They Say, Poor Woman

I don’t know why I drink. For the way it makes me feel I guess – like so maybe the bad things don’t feel like they are...

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What I Did

You, are not just something I write about – for, of, around or under. You, are something that flies so close to my wing then dives...

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Hmm, So Wistful

for the motel days. for the barbecues and the merry-go-rounds picking the best ponies, not enough to go around. so under the sheets, we are...

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