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years
My first year here
in a small town in New Hampshire
on the border of
a small town in Vermont
was strange
First of all,
covid was
raging
around the world.
We were in person all year
we were lucky -
Secrets of the Lake
"Why?" Anna screamed, staring at the lake below. The cool, clear surface rippled. No sign of Iris. No sign of anyone or anything, let alone her sister.
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are you okay?
Are you okay?
I couldn't believe it was my voice saying it. My voice, pulling the strings of the universe--or so it felt, back then. -
This summer, I will
This summer, I will
make the most of
the sun shining on me,
the blinding green
of the woods
outside my window,
and the cool water
of the lake
near my house.
This summer, I will
make the most of -
Blue
Blue
the color of your eyes
when you looked at me
that day so long ago
Blue
the color of the waves
that lapped against the sand,
then retreated
slowly
back to their home
the waves
i was once afraid of -
i am the sky
As the moon and stars swirled around me overhead, I was suddenly overcome by a sense of freedom.
Loves
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They knew what could be
The little girl sat in her swing
blond curls the way they are before
you grow up the everywhere I don't care
it looks like my hair was woven from sunlight
a throne for a flower crown.
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That One Summer Night (that was forever once)
It wasn't hot for once. Ohio remains hot every summer but the night seems to be like cold water poured over a fire pit:
the heat lightens up but the smoke of it hangs in the air, the remnants of what it was before.
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Come and See
Your God is not my God. Stay with me now, I know this makes your hackles rise, your hands raised in the spiteful fear that you could be challenged. The fear of fraud.
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watching him
Kathy watched out her window as Samuel left his apartment,
spit his gum on the ground
and lit his cigarette.
the same as yesterday.
the same as every day.
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Moving
I’m moving.
I’ve found a little place in the Past,
It’s not much but I think it’s quite lovely, very dear,
And things aren’t working out Here,
So I’m settling for memories.
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nameless III
the more of me i see, the less of me i want to be. i feel empty and dreaded and dead inside;
i’m a horn atop a pig’s head;
i still remember dogwood, sitting under my porch;