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Reid@YWP

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August 2024

  • A Villanelle

    The pool is open, did you not hear? There’s a banner in town advertising it. Summer hasn’t yet slipped from my fingertips. I almost want to cry When I think about June morphing into July morphing int...

  • Reflections of a Tired Girl

    I am an enigma; forever stepping in front of mirrors attempting to angle myself in the perfect position to be loved; always making myself smaller than I seem in order to be seen. The mirror never mini...

  • Eros' Arrow

    When Eros shoots the heart of one The piercing point of Beauty’s son Borne of love and lust and loss To pine for one’s a lover’s cost. Eros with his quiver filled Leaves a trail of hearts he’s killed...

  • Glimpse

    It is a wandering sort of day (wandering mind wandering feet wandering eyes) before I find the camera. It looks old enough that I wonder how it still works. Because I have nothing to do and because ...

  • Acceptance before Change

    On September 2 of 2022, I packed three short sleeve shirts, two long sleeve shirts, and four pairs of pants into a backpack and left my house in Sharon, VT, for four months on an intensive expedition ...

  • Floods – Again

    Last year, floods ransacked Vermont.They stole. They destroyed. They even killed.While the rest of the country dealt with extreme heat,Vermont was struggling just as much with the floods.I was lucky e...

  • Painted by a Friend

    A welcoming face smiles in greeting, then sets in concentration as colorful strands cascade down her face –a painter painted in cool colorsthat sing of soft sandsand calming wavesmemoriespainted in a...

  • Intertwined

    When only the stars shine, the winds’ whispered rhyme echos across the land as the sea longs for the moon. The magnetic pull weaves their fates together, intertwining them for eternity. The moon chas...

  • Strangers

    Strangers are the closest companions. You take a shot and I let it go. You say I’m pretty and I let it go. Will we meet again? I don’t know.