Writing
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threads of one
the morning arises. the grandma praying for her day the teenager walking his mini poodle thinking about the schoolwork he has
the teacher arriving to work planning her lesson
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unraveling
Isn’t it beautiful?
Soil in your cuticles,
the sun ever so bright—
not one day does it forget to shine.The visible dew,
the sky, oh so blue,
we call it spring. -
Ankles Cuffed to Constellations
I had led my own crusade to
the stars above; to the unknown.
Through soles of my feet, I graced the
lights above. Carefully, I danced
to the song of success. Chasing
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The Boy On The Screen
She didn't text him
And as her eyes watched a flashing screen,
her happiness
Thaws
She sent the message
And as she goes unanswered now,
Her comfort
Thaws
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The Garden’s Secret Choir
Beneath the slow breath of morning soil,
the onion hums and its layered heart asleep,
a pale globe guarding tears untold.
Nearby, garlic dreams in clustered cloves,
its scent a fierce devotion to the earth. -
questions for the tiny bird
Tiny ceramic bird, frozen in midair. Are you doomed to spend eternity seeking a flower you will never see? Spiderwebs cover your body as you dangle from a wire, staring at a pole of wood, cracks forming with time.