Posts
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bicycle wheels
bicycle wheels pushed against young
(already knobbly and weathered, wary of the world outside their tangled branches)
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Book Return - a haiku
cold gray book return
nibbles, tastes, laps up books - wait -
spits them right back out.
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open the door to my heart
My fingers tremble as I take slow step after slow step toward the end of the Polaris hallway.
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alien questions that we can't answer
We knew
they existed
before they knew how to stand and walk and breathe.
We sowed
the seeds
of evolution on this bluish-green marble
floating
in this tiny little galaxy they've named candy bars after.
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life
Lilypads drifting like humans in this bluish-green marble of a world
Inner workings concealed but known, yet we know absolutely nothing
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fairy tale children
slipping out of eyesight
through windows
and out back doors
in the dark of night
with only the stars as witnesses.
slipping through thick forests
carrying sweet-smelling woven baskets
Loves
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A year (if personified)
I. January - i would be bitter too, if i was always forgotten. i would be closed off and cold, fix my icy gaze upon anyone who dared to spite me. i wouldn't like myself. wouldn’t like always being forgotten. always being upstaged. -
A grey symphony in a minor
The Piper cleans spittle from her pipe. Saliva, it seems, should have been grey all along, akin to dishwater and drain water and whatever the chimney heaves out. -
A Liar's Love Story
A Liar’s Love Story
By Daniel Viorica