Jul 12
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Little toes

I stood in the sea
little toes mushing into
waterlogged sand. 

Deep gray waves
crisscross crashed 
under the charcoal blanket
woven of clouds.

The tide pulled at my
blue tinted ankle bones
and the wind whipped
a hair cloud around my face.

Raindrops began to pla plunk 
into white tipped water
which blossomed with
overlapping ripples 

Black clouds tightened 
around my head
and the wind edged me
towards the hungry sea.

I wondered
What did the universe do
to anger the earth
into this howling fashion? 

The sand trembled
shaking seaweed out
of its mineral pores
And the water danced
frenzied spirals
through my little toes.

Here I am
in the middle of the sea
Catching the sky's sorrow.

 
Jun 24
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Star Whispers

The stars are screaming their story tonight
through the sonorous megaphone
Of empty space

Triumphant stardust 
rains down from the explosion
"Look at me,
blown to pieces
and magnificent"'

Electromagnetic radiation
400-700 nm
Beaming upon sullen spotted grass
"Hey, I'm looking out for you"
-Light from afar

 "I will ignite
the path back home"
Says fairy light constellations
and buddy stars
Tracing swirls across my sky

Silence is stamped across
the universe
Or so it seems from the earth bubble

"Listen to me"
Whispers the stars
Jun 19
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Flower crown

I have 17 flowers on my head
For each of the 16 years I've lived
and one for the year that is to be.

Some are shriveled up by now,
or may I say preserved 
In their barest, waterless state.
Rosy pigmentation wiped away
a quilt of black and white photographs.

Those middle years have retained
structure, color, and a bit of spring
One can dive in and still imagine
the fullness of the year.

As for the most recent
Bees still dip in and out collecting
sweet, dripping nectar
Tails brushing bright pollen memories. 

The tail end is adorned with a little button
of a peach pink bud
Which has only begun to peek
out of it's promising leathery shell.

All these flowers are
gently studded among a twisting vine
Woven into a graceful, but sturdy flower crown
Which can be found perched upon the tip of my head
at any time or place.



 
May 31
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Fairy Lights

I believe in once upon a times
And fairy tales
Abundant bedtime stories
And wonder

Fairy godmothers looking after me
Favoring hard work and heart
A grand savior

I believe in look-less love
That inner beauty exists all around me
Waiting to transform
And redeem
With one simple rose

I believe in big gingerbread houses
That warn against temptation
But teach of self-preservation
The triumph of the innocent!

And, dwarfs
Receiving love with open arms
Patience,
For what one loves

I believe I can climb to the sky
And claim the world
By chopping down the stalk
In admirable bravado

I believe in dreams
Hope
And buckets full of imagination
Fairy lights
Stringing together
The world

 
May 24
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Paper Thin


I was walking in a garden one day
and a little girl turned to me
Eyes sparkling in beauty she said
Soft and delicate
“I want to be a butterfly one day”.

Straight out of a fairytale
Barely brushing a purple daffodil
Was a paper thin
vibrant blue butterfly.
Soaking in the summer sun
Dancing lazily
in toasting air
Enjoying the possibility of flight.

I looked at her
Eyes tracing curled golden pigtails
Floating tulle dress
A soft hope
of 4 cakes of birthday wishes
I said,
With all the grit I could muster,
“You better wish you’ll be a bat one day”
Her eyebrows brushed the sky.

“Grow thick leathery wings
That can’t be torn by a sandwich toothpick”
I proclaimed

“And bare those nasty
Pointed yellow fangs
With all the pride in the world
For you’re going to have to dig them in one day.
File your claws to perfection!
May 20
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Honey Coated Lips

Hope drips down from my lips
Viscous globs of honey lip gloss
A bee farms sponsorship
Sweet, sweet filter
On all my words and wars.

Hope curdles at my feet
A crescendo of mountainous honey
Air turns it bittersweet
How my legs have turned to turtles
Swimming through gold.

Hope spins me a cocoon
Honey strings envelop me
The eye of a monstrous typhoon
Glued to the ground and caged in
By the one thing I trusted.

Place a beehive on my grave
And let the honey soak through
It’s sickly sweetness I crave
Even under the blanket of death
It defines me.

Plant a beehive in my heart
And let it bloom
Nothing will do us part
I am bursting from the seams with honey
Hope drips down through my veins.
Apr 02
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Stories from Israel

I wrote this piece about my time in Israel to share a different story of a land I love. Often times, what people know about Israel is filtered through the news which, for the most part, only picks up the negatives. Through the time I have spent there I have discovered a rich and incredible country that embraces diversity, culture, and hope. While there is much that I believe can be improved upon, I am proud of my connection to Israel and wished to share that. This piece can also be viewed as a broader statement emphasizing that conflict does not define a country. It’s important to honor the traditions, people, and culture of all countries and listen to individual stories. Danger lies in generalization.
  
Big plane, big wings
And small seats
Jammed together like packing peanuts in a moving box
Sweaty thighs sticking
Long nights of flight map watching

“We have entered Israeli airspace, please remain seated”
Mar 04
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Long guns and troubled minds

When I was five there were severe weather drills
Where strings of children lined up in the hall
Away from the windows 
Out of reach of roughy blown projectiles.
One only had to listen for a ping of rain or howl of wind
Vulnerable to mother nature. 

The storms have become more powerful
As our smog warms our home
But I cannot remember another such drill. 
For, we have long surpassed any terrors our earth can create
With long guns and troubled minds. 

Raindrops have melted into gunshots 
Howling wind into grief. 
Children are not protected from outside threats
But the terrors that emerge from the inside. 
It's humans we all fear. 

The answer doesn't lie in more guns, or drills, or security
It's hard to be protected from ourselves. 

We need love.
To be those five year olds
Holding hands pressed against the hallway
Before comfort became paranoia. 
Feb 04
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Stardust


It's snowing. 

Large pieces of iridescent glitter
Are being sifted down
Through the woven cap of charcoal and papery clouds.
Powdered sugar 
Dusting a flat, dry pancake. 

It's as if a giant
Grabbed the world in its monstrous hand
And shook it with bottomless will,
Until the glitter of the stars
Traced their way down to this earth. 

I look down at my paper.
Nucleosynthesis. 
Quarks. To hydrogen, to helium, to carbon,
To oxygen. 
My eyes find the window.

Somewhere, out there, 
A very long time ago
A star exploded.
And its dust held a secret recipe 
For snow. 

As I stare out the window, 
Of my bio classroom 
Just a piece of glitter in comparison 
To an all-encompassing universe,
I witness the stars falling down to earth.
 
Jan 16
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Your Map

A plush cushion of grass, 
Forming a head shaped crevasse, 
As you look up, up, up. 

A map of the skies,
Transports your mind,
To who you were another time under the same ceiling. 

The eye catches upon a star, 
All the sudden not seeming too far, 
Glinting among a blown up cornea. 

But it's that inky black space, 
Where light has been erased, 
That your soul falls into. 

For, your past is written in those lights,
Your present shines bright,
But, deep in the purple haze, your future is shielded. 

One day, you will lose yourself in the stars,
And the inky black will be filled with who you are,
The stars ready to tell your story. 
Dec 15
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Close your eyes

Close your eyes. 
And a whiff of laundry detergent brushes your nose.
Oh, how white, white, white it is.
You can feel the weight of your feet upon the weathered ground,
Toes settling into wooded cracks
The occasional grain of sand tickles your heel. 
And over there something stirs the wind. 
Perhaps a curtain or windchimes or the limber branches of a willow tree. 
Wing leaves dancing through the sky. 
It weaves in and out with the gentle rise and fall of waves
Drifting through a book perched window. 
Air billows,
Sweet and warm, it swirls wisps of your hair.
And soft rays of morning sunlight grace the spaces just above and below your eyes, 
Spreading warmth through your chest.
Rising, falling. 
Rising, falling. 
Nov 09
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I Wonder

Wonder is a glittering scratch and sniff,
With two hemispheres
of opposite scents, such as bitter lemon and sickly sweet cherry.
But what is either trying to hide?

Perhaps,
Wonder is trying to trick the human tongue,
By disguising itself under a blanket of awe.
For, in itself,
Wonder splits neatly into the realms of two other words,
And wouldn't have quite as much use in this language. 

Wonder is regret. 
The endless possibilities swarming the mind
Of all the things that could've happened, but never will. 
I wonder what would've happened if...

Wonder is dreams. 
Ideas, and lofty goals. 
That just maybe could come true,
If one works hard enough. 
And it adds the creative, imaginative side
to curiosity's academic leanings. 

How could one thing be two polar opposites?
Because maybe,
Regret and dreams aren't so different after all.
Nov 02
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When Frogs Find Chocolate

Randy! You get your fat little belly up here right now. 

Melissa! How lovely to see you today. And that sweet tone of your's, just wow!

Oh, shut your croaky mouth. Know anything about the brown and white wrapper found by the rock?

Um, no... Well, I have to go, nice to have this talk!

Stop right there. The little tadpole down the stream was saying some interesting things about you, and your dear old gramps told me. 

I have no idea what you're talking about. Just leave me be.

Huh, really? Because they were under the impression that you have been sneaking food from the house down the path.

Wha... what? Of course not, and risk dealing with your rath?

I went to investigate myself and sure enough, your little web prints were all over that dusty floor. 

Sorry dear, see you later. I have to go and finish my chores. 

YOU HAVE BEEN NEGLECTING YOUR DUTY AS AN EGG WATCHER. FOR FOOD.