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second snow
I am chanting verse 9 of my first aliyah,
a bowl of blackberries and apple cinnamon Cheerios beside me,
fingers twirling the spoon, when -
out the window, there is snow.
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FIRST SNOW
ugh it's raining again,
i text my best friend when i wake up & look out the window
onto an already gray & gloomy world.
rain rain rain rain rain rain rainy november like all
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11/7/25
precisely one year ago i went to school after election day and felt like driftwood in an uncertain sea.
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november
It's cold here, I reply to my grandparents when they ask how our week's going. It's cold, and wet, and already I am helping my friends put up Christmas decorations and string LEDs across their rooms, playing holiday music to try
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first kiss
darling i think the prettiest thing of it is that i
have been dreaming about this moment since i was little,
pressing my mouth to the back of my hand to see what it felt like to be touched like that,
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VT
vermont is a half-finished poem with all the lines scratched out.
grandfathers who’ve lived here their whole lives still talk of leaving,
Loves
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impending storm
It rained today, but I can’t stop thinking about the future.
In a world of war and lies and deceit and wrong,
All I seem to focus on is the little things.
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Yellow Chucks and Colorful Bracelets
I feel like I’m losing
Who I am;
I feel like she’s slipping away from me, one
Comment at a time, one
Heartless joke, one
Unmeant,
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The Table
The dining room waits in reverent silence as the afternoon light spills through the west-facing windows, illuminating dust specks that dance above the space’s centerpiece: a massive table that has served four generations of my family.
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anticipatory joy
Anticipatory joy – the feeling of knowing good is coming.
i know it isn’t for sure yet–but i can almost feel it
the way the snow whispers down my back
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again
You know I think it just struck me I was sitting here reading summer poems tasting raspberry popsicles on my tongue but looking out the window,
it's snowing out
and the trees and stone wall and everything,
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What I want
My favorite season has begun
stark white against the grayish brown of stick season
filling in the gaps between colorful fall and crisp winter
well, fall and winter are both crisp