Author: Rippin

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The Day I Met Dev Patel

Alliteration aside, I’ll tell you about the day I met Dev Patel mostly because it was ordinary and extraordinarily funny at the same time. It was at The Lash in Downtown Los Angeles on a...

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Transport

You stood on the side of the road that day Your thumb raised to the sky. Looking upward, Hoping someone recognized the company you had to offer. It was your smile, first, that caught...

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Masking

The way I felt about you, I can’t really tell anyone. They wouldn’t get it. Why I liked you so much that I spent countless hours talking about you or looking at your photo...

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Heeling

You sat on the rack patiently Awaiting your fondest customer To pick you up and ponder your worth. I inched closer. Tricked by polish, Past fancy displays of sparking sandals You suddenly transcended a...

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For My Mother

I search for you often. Digging deep, never finding. Seeking what I have lost, Mother, where have you gone? Our chord snipped Suddenly Swarmed with panic The fault line breaks. The walls cave, My...

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Birdwoman

Two selves clamor, Crushing. Crumpling into a ball Launched into a wastebasket. Piled with pain of uncertainty, Clipping her wings and cluttering her life. The little girl dashes through patches of hanging clouds. Away...