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Lion
Aslan means lion in Turkish.
I feel betrayed.
C.S Lewis, how could you cheat so?
I wanted Narnia to be real.
I wanted it to exist outside,
outside of the words of my world -
A little while
On the southern tip of Wales, I petted a sheep. I stole a piece of its wool and stashed it in my pocket. The wool is still there. -
Collective Amnesia
I didn’t realize
how precious
The stars are.
WIthout them
we wouldn’t have
constellations.
What would we do
if we couldn’t project
our stories
onto the sky -
Books and Katanas
(My friend and I have been playing this game where we make up writing prompts for each other, then write a story about whatever we are sent. -
Seville to Wound!
Fredrico Garcia Lorca is my favorite poet.
I don’t read Spanish,
but even in translation,
his poems sing.
He does wonders with nouns,
with concrete things.
Lizards sing, -
Intact
I found a dead paper bird on my kitchen floor.
It had been lying there for some amount of time.
It was dusty,
but still intact.
The delicate creases of it’s wing joints
were lifeless,