Michelle Hardwick (Michelle Brooks)
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Lesbian
DOB: 26 February 1976
Ethnicity: White
Occupation: Actress

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Michelle Hardwick (Michelle Brooks)
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Lesbian
DOB: 26 February 1976
Ethnicity: White
Occupation: Actress
“The Picture Doesn’t Do It Justice,” Michelle Brooks
Sky, the color of dirt, the background of an old photograph, lost in another move. What can be said of all that is gone? Do you grasp tighter as the sand slips through your fingers? People say of what comes after, You’ve got to get used to it. It will grow on you. Give it time. You’ll be better than before. Do you want to know a secret? I will tell you only if you promise to keep it to yourself. It never gets better. Only this — your eyes adjust to the dark.
Daily Poem: Three Mile Island at Night ~ Michelle Brooks
Three Mile Island at Night ~ Michelle Brooks I have not been able to locate a website for the author. If you know of one, please share!
I am waiting for the disaster of my life to reveal itself. All the elements are present for an accident of serious consequence. When it does, I will make the oldest wish – for things to be as they once were, the moment before the inevitable. First pretend this isn’t happening. If you don’t acknowledge it, it will go away. It’s a bad dream. When you can no longer hide it, shift blame. Wash your hands. Rinse, lather, repeat. The poison has seeped into you. You are Cassandra. You told everyone, and now you and your crystal ball can’t be blamed. You saw this happening. You knew. Or you didn’t. You had no idea. You can’t be blamed.
At night there is no difference between you made a mistake and you are a mistake. Make no mistake now – you are here with no map. Hell is a self-perpetuating circle. You aren’t going anywhere. That was before, the moment you can’t conjure. Make no mistake. You are home.
AHHHHH i can't believe that Michelle took Kate's surname! I love it and I'm going to cry!!
Anon, I just found this in my inbox and listen... I’ve been crying about this for months. The Brooksy Clan? Michelle Brooks? I’m never gonna be okay about it. Resuscitate me when you get this.
Signs of Detroit by Michelle Brooks
Signs of Detroit by Michelle Brooks
BIO: Michelle Brooks has published a collection of poetry, Make Yourself Small, (Backwaters Press), and a novella, Dead Girl, Live Boy, (Storylandia Press). Her poetry collection, Pretty in A Hard Way, will be published by Finishing Line Press in 2019.
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THREE MILE ISLAND AT NIGHT
I am waiting for the disaster of my life to reveal itself. All the elements are present for an accident of serious consequence. When it does, I will make the oldest wish – for things to be as they once were, the moment before the inevitable. First pretend this isn’t happening. If you don’t acknowledge it, it will go away. It’s a bad dream. When you can no longer hide it, shift blame. Wash your hands. Rinse, lather, repeat. The poison has seeped into you. You are Cassandra. You told everyone, and now you and your crystal ball can’t be blamed. You saw this happening. You knew. Or you didn’t. You had no idea. You can’t be blamed.
At night there is no difference between you made a mistake and you are a mistake. Make no mistake now – you are here with no map. Hell is a self-perpetuating circle. You aren’t going anywhere. That was before, the moment you can’t conjure. Make no mistake. You are home.
MICHELLE BROOKS
I am waiting for the disaster of my life to reveal itself. All the elements are present for an accident of serious consequence. When it does, I will make the oldest wish – for things to be as they once were, the moment before the inevitable.
Michelle Brooks, “Three Mile Island at Night,” published in Vending Machine Press