Resolve

Thou Art Mortal
By Karma’s Fool

It sucks, deal.

What We Breathe Out
By Eileen S.

Nine years ago in January, I inhaled sharply—a breath the shape of not again.

Good Intentions
By David Mahaffey

I am no fan of promises, wary as I am of breaking the big ones

The disconnect(ed) dots
By John Post

In a blatant violation of the word count, I’m putting-it-all-out-there in its confusing and labyrinthine best, resolving never to worry again that things are confusing or labyrinthine.

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