Project Type: Essays
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An audible heartbreak.
I walk a quiet life. Internally, everything’s abuzz, but on the outside, I wonder how nondescript I pull this whole thing off. I was raised on pleases and thank yous and don’t know how to handle voices that accelerate beyond a normal mode of volume. I wonder if this stitching in my fabric will be […]
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The blood of our hearts.
You want to be mad and you are because the white picket fence is tinged yellow with this ever present age. Did you really think that we’d all come together, evolved as we are with noise plugged in our ears and shades on our eyes? We can’t see or hear one another, animals dulled in […]
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Never getting to the point.
You will die, and I will too, an unsaid thing when we curse in traffic, or watch the love we have grow cold, or push another “like” button and read the comments of everyone else who will die too but never really seem to know it. How He broke through the depths of our distraction, […]
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Too soon to cry.
I hate this New World that’s the exact same as the old one. Everyone has a part to play, and they hold onto their parts because what else is there to hold onto? Your hair falls out. Your teeth fall out. But how pretty you’ll be when you glue them back in. It’s a sin, […]
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Walking just left of Him.
I was reading a post on Substack today by a progressive Christian. Some of the points she hits on are accurate. She’s smart, sassy, full of piss and vinegar. And she reminds me of who I was as an atheist. I’m not a legalistic person. But I certainly have a hard time putting the f-word […]
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Up and out of ourselves.
I get gross sometimes. The other day after church, I left in a pretty pitiful mood. My heart was a little dark because of how I perceived certain situations. I put on my “woe is me” hat. Here is Ericka, ever in the background, helping and volunteering and praying for people only to get knocked […]
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A suffering little fool.
What a far and wide night when you realize the way day looks. I take a tumble into a past and foreign land, and I grow there for a minute, my roots taking root and forging through deep earth that cracks with my tenacity. But as soon as I grow just as quickly I yank […]
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The soul inside you.
Somewhere inside, behind the bones of your breast, there is a spark aflutter, alight that brings meaning to everything I see standing before me. To deny it, is to deny myself, a vibrant collage of all the same stuff, though different when reflected in the views of our perspectives. How easy that light can be […]
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The peace in this.
What does it look like, this thing dancing around me? I can make it out in its bits and its pieces. I can tie them up or shake them out and watch them scatter. I can read the patterns in them, spending nights, forehead soaked in sweat and heart beating to the tune of my […]
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Just call me Gomer.
Oh what a fool I’ve been when you’ve kissed my lips, and I keep looking to the sun as if the sun is You. Just call me Gomer, girl gone wrong and off the beaten track, lost and lonely in Your wilderness. If only I’d look up to seek You. I’ve broken my own heart […]
Ericka Clay 