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tonight i miss my mom
tonight i miss my mother as if i am grieving her death. i see her body in the casket of our inherited rage, dressed in garnet remorse and untimely age. in a way i am grieving my own life, because my mother is the c -
In later May …
the cows feed on the grass in their northern wild fields,
and the farmer is off fighting a war that he doesn’t belong to.
the thick weeds have flourished in the pastures -
Mere
It is the worry of cleanliness—
perhaps the worry of purity—
that ruined my dear Mere.
What was once a blossom,
is now sickly type of cherry.
Then, I will ask her if she can smell
the becomings of our devotion -
Faith in Nature (Roaring Garden)
The flapper Lilies sway their cupped dresses
while the trumpeting Snapdragons
play their sweet jazz for the garden.
Sniff the magenta Echinacea's dewey scents
dripping sweat after dancing in the sun! -
A Murder and a Mouse
Three crows sit on a bare shiloh.
They debate on whether to catch
the meadow mouse or spare it’s life.
The three crows don’t think very long,
because they are wild animals:
it’s in their nature to kill mice. -
A Decade Later
Nana, are you up there chirping in the blue sky?
Swinging above the canopy pines
while watching me slowly age from afar?
Are there twice as many stars in heaven?
Do you spectate from a torn-up lawn chair or
slump in an oak rocker?
Loves
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My Dearest Maria
The house was empty without her. The kitchen was robbed of laughter. Our room had stolen comfort. Nothing was the same. She was my everything.
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Moon
Magnificent beams glow around the beautiful ball of light floating in the night sky
Orbiting earth, all day and night, visiting every inch of the world
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Girlhood (In honor of International Women's Day)
I love being a girl
but I hate what it took
for me to be able to go to school
for me to know I will be able to vote
for me to know that I will be allowed to get a job when I grow older
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My Love Poem
If I could paint the sky in the hues of colors I feel when I look at you,
The sky would no longer be just one color.
If I could write in words how much I love you,
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First Snow of Winter
The salt rained down like stars, scattering their souls across the ebony pavement. It burned through microscopic flakes of glass that lay there, turning to liquid ash. Like a forest fire, life began to sprout within the constellation's cradle.
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Pieced the Puzzle Together
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Catch thou looking at the night
Eos covers thy heart with light
I think not of what I have done
Languish under thy thought
Iris dances in the dark
Not for I, but for thine eyes