Maturation — Day 3
maturation I’m too old for bunnied baskets on Easter, but my mom got me a hollow chocolate bunny at any rate. Dark. She said, “It’s your favorite. Right—” Sure, I […]
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Poetry
Haiku— Day 2
pink and aubergine explodeas swallows sing and swoopshe mouths insects & stomaches the morning Day 2 #NaPoWriMo 2024 Today’s Challenge — write a platonic love poem. In other words, a
The Alyssum of Grace— Day 27
the thicket out back stretches on for ages like turning three, then thirty fifty is around the corner the leaves breathe the scent and I bathe in it— the idea
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drift— Day 25
new dawn touches the lake as your eyes bathe my skin songbirds and windchimes compete for prominence, windows open, among the drift roses as you press (spilling open) inside again
barrel-rusted— Day 24
earth day sunset but her eyes are closed charcoal entanglements live, lakeside lost Day 22 of #NaPoWriMo Join Us Off Prompt
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three lines — Day 23
another sunrise and she’s shimmed the silence with her bones Day 23 of #NaPoWriMo Join Us Off Prompt
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Grey Earth — Day 22
earth day sunset but her eyes are closed charcoal entanglements live, lakeside lost Day 22 of #NaPoWriMo Join Us Off Prompt
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Strength — Day 21
honeysuckle and lilacs out behind the shed childhood memories—and the pain that built me. I’m a Timberwolf moon, now all scars and open palms, a secret vulnerability biting at the
olivine — Day 20
honeysuckle and lilacs out behind the shed childhood memories—and the pain that built me. I’m a Timberwolf moon, now all scars and open palms, a secret vulnerability biting at the
Timberwolf Moon — Day 19
honeysuckle and lilacs out behind the shed childhood memories—and the pain that built me. I’m a Timberwolf moon, now all scars and open palms, a secret vulnerability biting at the
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