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summer ramblings
the horizon blurs into a mess of golden dots
half-glowing in the early sunset, and
the shoreline into greenish brown, swaying
slightly and I can't tell if it's the long grass in the breeze or the angle I'm at
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Delights
Ross Gay, a famed poet and essayist whose works include Catalogue of Unabashed Gratitude and Bringing The Shovel Down, is known for his essayettes of delights, compiled in The Book of Delights and The Book of More De
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joy
summer awakens that joy in me
not the kind
people attempt to attribute to poetry
(go read some poems,
idiots,
go find out that poets
aren't always joyful,
go discover that sadness
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Perfumed Lilacs and High-Fiving Trees
Today was the first time I've gone biking in the morning — the proper morning, when the sun is light on your shoulders and the neighborhood is waking up, bursting with birdsong and the not-so-harmonious orchestra of barking dogs — and it was wonde
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time travelers
Write a short story or poem about a time traveler or time travelers. Where and when are they going? Where and when are they coming from? What are they going to do when they get there?
Loves
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ripples
where do ripples come from
i wonder
these little
escalating things
perhaps they come from
the speed boat
a few paces out
sharp short
and jagged
or maybe
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the gift that hope gives
they’ve seen me in passing
without even realising
that hope is what makes me
able to stand underneath the californian sun
hope lets me feel
the ground beneath our feet
the breeze against my cheek
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When the boys grew up on sun and waves
The sun didn’t kiss these boys
It hugged them
The way you would with your best friend before
Leaving for a long time
It hugged them and
It made their skin the color of a caramel
And their hair like the sand
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May 4th
It was kindergarten
specifically May 4th, 2018, to be exact
we had just moved into our new house
I had been at the after-school program that day
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Grapefruit spindrift
There's a grapefruit spindrift on the kitchen island where I’m sitting. The digital clock at the top of my Mac Book Air screen reads 9:16 p.m.
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Two Birds and No Stone
Don’t kill my birds.
Tommy pays taxes.
April runs a side hustle selling cursed bath bombs on Etsy.
They have dreams.
They have a 401k.
They just bought a tiny house in a haunted forest