Posts
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on endings
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time
(itsoveritsoveritsoveritsover)
stops.there
are
tears
in
your
eyes,
mascara
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Birthday #3
On September 8th, I woke up to a day like most others.
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lessons of the forest
I wander through the woods. The day is cool and dry, with a wind blowing that smells of wood and fallen leaves. The bracken has begun to brown, though the Joe pye weed and goldenrod still stand strong.
Loves
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Forever My Beloved
Fallen trees and burning wake follows thee
Collaboration breaks to burning hate
If not, malice behind ev’ry decree
Much grandeur, but collapse remains your fate.
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letter to anyone who thinks they're not enough
you are.
and: you don't have to be.
let yourself exist.
sleep in late.
make your favorite foods.
hug your shoulders, your knees, not to hide behind but to marvel at.
you are marvelous.
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Earl: A Truck's Lament
Note: This is listed as "fiction" but all stories about Earl are real.
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Mundane
a lesbian couple on my bus home from school
a man in a punk battle jacket on the street
my mother's female CEO group chat blowing up
four of my teachers taking the following day off
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Love is a Food?
Maybe,
like steak,
it needs to marinate.
Maybe,
like soup,
it needs to simmer.
Or, maybe,
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Vermont's World Tree
I’ve seen a million sunsets and sunrises, yet each day still dawns with new surprises. As the sun peaks its golden rays over the green mountains, Vermont’s future stretches out with new horizons.