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remember not understanding what red white and blue meant
america is a kindergartner with her hair in pigtails. her
eyes are bright blue & curious. she wants to know the answers
to everything and she can't understand why
no one will tell her.
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crawdad song
you get a line & i'll get a pole
honey - honey! july thickens, slows to a stop outside, get
your rod and line, the ones that used to be your father's. get
your heart from the closet and your coat from the floor,
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it's the end of the world
and the beginning --
don't blow it.
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on knowing people whose first language is not this one
speaking to people with honey-thick & beautiful accents brings a whole new meaning to hanging on your every word
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Last Dream About Camp
i dreamed of the windmills again -
four big gentle giants towering over the blue-green mountains,
whirling round the clock like out-of-sync ballerinas,
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sleepaway #2
birdsong woke us at five a.m., the washed-out dawn
altogether too bright. wake-up bugle wasn't til eight, time spent
rolling over and over listening to the screen doors slam.
Loves
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In what world would I ever know my Grandmother
How can it be that I cannot exist without and with her
Sometimes I like to imagine we have the same eyes, brown with glints of green and yellow, like a sprouting garden in spring.
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A Single Sentence Letter to Our Daughters
i think i know why aliens haven't visited us. they're
definitely watching with rapt attention, waiting
to see how we climb the highest wall
humanity built for ourselves in the past
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the crow queen - reupload (edited, full)
the crow queen isn't a crow
she is born of crow
and shows the crows mercy
but isn't crow
she is somewhere between the lines of magic and human
a power bestowed upon her unrightfully.
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hurting
somewhere a lantern burns in the woods.
somewhere a cold blind man suffers.
they will never meet.
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an encounter
Fear is such a funny thing, which looks at you with no humor in its gaze
and never blinks wide eyes, and is thin and crippled and seething, and has tears glinting off its cheeks, and is
small and alone -
To Georgia, On Leaving
you traded for freedom with fireflies,
gave up bug lights for city ones.you miss me like you miss fireflies;
a necessary surrender for your future.