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Untitled Haiku
Mama/an eagle.
We/weasels/deer in headlights.
She flies on. We stay. -
Half-Remembered Memory
After Robert Frost's Stopping By the Woods on a Snowy Evening
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"Bedroom" by Peter Brown
A room lit by one lamp,
shoes next to a wireframe bed;
an artist's home where art and time have made their stamp.
A room lit by one lamp
where the cozy gloom clamps -
morning after the first rain in weeks
Astronomy room.
post storm; window open; wet.
cooling Earth soaked air. -
On Our Sentences
One sentence, they wrote, and a hundred fingers set to keys and responded.
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learned defeat
sewing soft stitches in unnerved unsteady lines
still new at old practices, still young as the thread winds
around a needle’s head, through the almost-fabric like
skin.
Loves
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that one tiktok song
i wanted to be a writer
collected words to form my thoughts
to dictate what i felt but couldn't say
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The Fairytales We Never Outgrow
Once, we believed in the Tooth Fairy,
a girl in glitter with sparkly wings,
who would sneak in the dark,
to swap teeth for quarters,
as if they were treasures,
as if our childhood decay
was worth more than gold. -
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