Writing
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A kind of useless conversation
...but maybe that's the point? I wrote at random inspiration and when I was tired, but I hope you find it entertaining
“The world,” said Claire, “is a very pointless place.”
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On the hearth
On the hearth
there is a fireplace
it has a pile of chopped logs,
coals,
torn up pieces of newspaper
awaiting their burnt endings
On the hearth
a fire burns
flickering and crackling
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Do I dare
Do I dare write about this
about real honesty
about what stands in front of me
next to me
always there
all day?
Do I dare point this out
without you asking
who was this about
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An Afternoon For Now
A monkey resting
leaves to filter, clouds above
and lies out of reach?
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sophomore year later
i used to dream
of the day
i started middle school,
thinking the excitement
of getting older
outweighed the pain
of growing up.
my teachers wondered why.
and now that i'm in
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Summer between the bases
The air was thick with heat and sunscreen. Our cleats kicked up dust as we ran onto the field already tired from two earlier games. Summer felt like nonstop softball tournaments weekend after weekend.