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somewhere in new zealand with a bowl of pasta
for a friend
i picture you some days – a utensil in one hand and your cheek
in the other, gazing somewhere in the distance as your
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Connections
submission for next year's prompts:
Use the NY Times Connections as a writing prompt! Take all 16 or one line of the words generated in there (before it's been solved) and use them in a poem or short story.
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tribute to emily dickinson
they have taken her.
hope.
she is trapped in the great big house made of new money & keys
that open nothing anymore. it is named america.
you can hear her,
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apple
i'll use your name. sweet nothings spill
from well-meaning mouths & shatter on concrete radiating summer sun
right back at you, perfect -- dainty -- shiny with dewdrops. they told me
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sweet like august but it's june
outside tasting like orange fanta; beautiful.
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limoncello
yesterday i wore jean shorts and a white shirt with lemons on it. i forgot seven times that we aren’t going back today.
Loves
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What lingers?
I found this vignette in a notebook from summer 2024 and thought it was worth sharing. I have no memory of writing it, but I'm glad I did.
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let it happen
it was barely audible
yet soft and sure
in the heat of the moment.
what?
I ask
even though I know what you said.
I know the weight
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Space Dream
I had this dream the other night that some object in outer space had been reflecting radiation onto certain people: just dissolving them painlessly into light.
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Knowing Nothing
Having a best friend is like
you know all their deepest secrets
but will forget their favorite color.
We go for calculus before algebra
before we even know it since
every bff relationship is an even,
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Still A While To Go
I was so quiet then,
standing all alone against the concrete wall
in ill fitting jeans
with an awkward bob made of my soft blonde hair.
I listened instead of speaking
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Late Night Thoughts
I'm lost in little infinities,
in stars that multiply the longer I look.
I lose count of what's real and what's not,
unsure when the endless stream of numbers concludes,