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autumnal
the world is colder than before
north winds exhaling dragon breath across the valley and
my doorstep where i wait for the bus (bumblebee against concrete),
rubbing my hands together and
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The Fleeting Moment on the Bus During Which I Spied a Dead Thing and a Raven
lines on the road paralyze me redefine me reignite a sort of otherworldly longing in me orange blurs into yellow blurs into black lines blink in and out of a parallel existence / red was never a factor in this but you could never chalk red into yo
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ode to washing my face in the sink
this old sink,
hanging onto the wall by a thread
and a rusted pipe,
gushes water that still runs clear,
even after the generations of girls
(in pig- and pony-tails, braids and loose)
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Chapter One - REVISED
IZIMA
Be careful, Izima. -
Day In The Life of a Getaway Driver
BONG. BONG. BONG. Three o'clock and all's well, I thought, peering out the front windshield of taxi 38, the black-and-yellow 2018 Toyota I've been carting New Yorkers around in every day for five years. Everybody knows me.
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Chapter One - (title unknown)*
IZIMA
Be careful, Izima.
Loves
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cutting fruit
the sound of laughter through sun-spotted trees,
i dreamed last night we were fae frolicking
in rings of toadstools, in and out of trees.
fireworks went off in my head as
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on the off-road?
two weeks ago we were stuck in the plains
somewhere in the midwest with no service. you pulled out
some 1999 AAA member's map and said
"crack it open," and i still loved you, even then. words flowed
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The Ending
I finished the story,
How can that be true?
I don't want it to end,
What are their futures?
It doesn't feel real,
And I can't believe it is over.
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The Genie
If you had a genie in a bottle
and it told you that you could make any 3 wishes
You would not wish for gold
you would not wish for riches
you would not wish for fame.
You would wish for wars to end
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Finders, Keepers - Prologue
"Y-You're really pretty for someone so e-evil," whispers the young sailor as I lay him down on the floor. "S-Such long hair..."
"Shhhhh," I whisper back, bringing a finger to his mouth to shush him. "Don't waste your energy."
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lilacs
i know spring is ending, because the lilacs are wilting – their pale purple has fallen to the ground, leaving behind brittle stalks of brown
nestled in rich green leaves.
as soon as they came, gone