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blowing soapy water through pink plastic wands bubbles sink ‘til they meet concrete playing make-believe, i am free the air smells of soap, fresh and wet flies collect in patches around me, but i ca...
September 14th, 2024. I am seventeen years old, And I wait at a bus stop, balancing plastic grocery bags in my arms. A man approaches me Bottle in his hand, baby on his lips. When he yells, I do not p...
Imagine a dandelion field. Pick a singular dandelion that represents you. Let it out of your grasp and follow it as the wind pushes it away from you. Eventually, it will fall to the ground. Watch that...
I wake upon the cold floor I peal myself from it Then I notice A full heat A choking cloud Evidence of a life ended Not a cut string But rather burned away My thread loose And I raise The corroded met...
This is what I know — there is no true memory of the canine without the howl. The bark alone isn’t enough, if thunder could clap without lightning it wouldn’t. There are no true coincide...
The clearing in the trees, the smell of pine. The warm breeze, a rabbit in the trees. The lonely folding chair. To learn to climb a tree. To fall and get back up. How to ride a bike. Get on. Crash. Tr...
We worry about waking up we worry about getting there on time we worry about sleep we basically worry about attendance there’s a problem if we talk Maybe we want to change these rules Maybe we want ...
I hold my fist tight And my knuckles won’t hurt less Even if I continue to hurt more I’m ‘too old’ to be every part of myself But I’m ‘too young’ to aim for the goals I know I can achiev...
I will tell you I love you, but the words are silent Before you can talk I will spoon feed you porridge Sigh as you spit it out Still finding you cute although covered in puke Knowing in time you will...
Alone, sadness filling my heart emotions rolling like a roller coaster anger, pain, distress tears falling like rain an overwhelming feeling of rage why, why again rage on the verge of busting out The...