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Perfumed Lilacs and High-Fiving Trees
Today was the first time I've gone biking in the morning — the proper morning, when the sun is light on your shoulders and the neighborhood is waking up, bursting with birdsong and the not-so-harmonious orchestra of barking dogs — and it was wonde
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time travelers
Write a short story or poem about a time traveler or time travelers. Where and when are they going? Where and when are they coming from? What are they going to do when they get there?
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find myself longing for summer
Summer is not my favorite season,
summer is not really my jam,
but as June, July, and August
approach in their usual pack,
I find myself longing for the winding days,
the heat that slowly drives us all crazy,
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A Year of Childhood
In January,
when the thrill of the holidays has not yet faded
and the snow still enchants with its glittering smile,
she flops into snowbanks and skids on her knees on the ice
of her backyard pond, -
keep writing
sometimes
when my fingers don't itch to write
and the keyboard is a faraway memory,
i curse myself
curse the world
because i feel like poetry is pointless.
why
do my hands know exactly how
Loves
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hummingbird girl
She's hidden, cowering in the corner,
as she waits, mouth open,
words frozen on her lips.
She does not speak.
I mold my sadness into poetry and she watches me,
amber eyes taking in everything and nothing.
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The gift of life
From the moment we are born
We are given a gift
And at first we don't realize it
As children we think less about the why and the how
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Pluvia
Time seems to move slower when it rains
Cars hesitate before they turn
Bird wings lag as raindrops batter their feathers
The world seems small and heavy
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Good news
I don't want the cold hallways,
their chill seeping underneath
my thin regulation gown and settling in my bones.
I don't want the nurses,
with their tight, sympathetic smiles
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February 21st
I remember she smelled like cheap canned beer and Ajax dish soap;
Like that industrial elevator onto McClure 4, with the rainbow carpet walls sticking to its skeleton. -
Don't Be Afraid
Child, your future is best left unspoiled, so I may be too vague, or not vague enough. Don’t be afraid of the contents within this letter . . .