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They Will Tell Stories With Their Bodies
The dusty heat and parched soil turn into crisp air and green trees and red and yellow jagged rocks as I wind up the mountains North from Phoenix…
Emily Clibourn
Jun 14
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There's Nothing Wrong With Us
A dream and a letter to Gen Z, Millennials and everyone else
Emily Clibourn
May 14
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Homecoming is 4 Months Old!
This week marks four months that Homecoming has been on Substack! I am honored that you receive and read my essays. Thank you to my paid subscribers for…
Emily Clibourn
May 5
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Spring in Tennessee
All the neighborhood is bursting, bubbling up like deep deep dancing that Spring is here. Those bushes lining my driveway once brown, now soft and thick…
Emily Clibourn
Apr 26
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Why Do Some Things Fit and Others Never Do?
The sky is the most beautiful, soft periwinkle. It’s made more beautiful by the green leaves of the mango and walnut trees, and every ounce of me wants…
Emily Clibourn
Mar 22
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Behind Eyes
The walls at the Econo Lodge are yellow. At night, light pours in from the parking lot flood lamps. I hear people walking by and last night I heard a…
Emily Clibourn
Mar 8
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Dry, Hair Whipping Air
Driving south from Santa Fe, hot, dusty wind knots my hair and throws sand into my eyes. There’s a layer of cloudy white on the sea-like horizon. I…
Emily Clibourn
Feb 15
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Let's Get Married
The painting reads “Let’s Get Married”, underneath two Vietnamese kids wrapping arms. One carries a flag for the North, the other a flag for the South…
Emily Clibourn
Feb 8
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The Year of The
Year one was The Year of The Snail. I knew it when sitting for dinner in Siam Reap, Cambodia, after a day visiting that great mystery which is Angkor…
Emily Clibourn
Jan 26
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The Water Had Light In It
The coco cart has three wheels and a roof made of dry palm leaves. The man calling out, “Cocos Frios!” rolls it across the soft powdery white. The ocean…
Emily Clibourn
Jan 17
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The Song We Were Born Singing
She’s a top. Spinning. Wobbling. Better turn her again or she might stop. And I know what that feels like. For home to be something one must achieve…
Emily Clibourn
Jan 12
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The Motion Toward Restoration
It’s the knowing that’s the hardest part, and it doesn’t happen all at once. It comes in like that soft flurry of snow before bed and when you wake up…
Emily Clibourn
Jan 8
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