Category: Entertainment
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Timber
We split like firewood; I’ve seen it in movies. One long thwack and we were clear of each other, clean. I never thought I could feel so splintered. You fueled a lot of my fire. Not with, dare I say, wilderness survival in mind, but with gallons of unleaded gasoline, all tipped over, pouring…
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Two Lips! Click!
Nothing is sadder than two lips meeting again for the first time in a long time, they’re basically strangers Nothing’s more awkward than that hallway dance of, “who’s going which way?” Switch, and ebb, and flow, but no one’s truly wanting to go, so, they both stay pressed against the other for nostalgia …
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The Wisest Woman
March prepares to tear winter Into spring Babies blink in the bright sun Grass lies exposed, yellow, and dead Water trickles into pools. Drip. Drop Drip. Drop. Drop. Drop. Drop There is something in the spring air In the warm moisture In the spring air, blowing this way on me, As I suck back…
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Co-Dependent (One Foot)
I’m in aisle two, couple frozen pizzas under my arms, when I turn the corner on my way to grab pretzels. We could heat up the chicken, make some rice, cut vegetables. My mind is on our dinner, my stomach growls as a realization snaps my rose-colored glasses in half, fresh memories that…
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Never Meant To Be
It was never meant to be Peace was an errand for a fool, Far too fragile and rare for it to last The tree was always going to end up charred and brittle The land in ruins The citizens looking out at their home that promised hope, But delivered trauma and scars How many times…
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1/3 of a Proper Sonnet
1. Pilgrims of St. Rouche A painting by Thomas Worthington Whittredge Bleeding green oil on burning purple. Canvas congealing over the steeple inside. Our landscapes of twisted ivy and asters. Prayers every step of the way will follow. On feathered wings, I flew anywhere Your love allowed. Even if it was away from you, you…
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For The Unknown
I want the late-night calls I want the nights where we’re not sure who fell asleep first but we wake up together I want the times where you show up at my door without warning I want to know what songs get stuck in your head But I don’t who you are yet I just…
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Can We Industrialize Wonder?
Heads out windows on strange roads, hair fluttering, wind; thoughts of whats out there, beyond; wide openness, free people; Does this feeling exist in a harvestable form? I am served brief teases of it, whispers down my neck when certain songs come on, reminding me it’s still there, waiting for me to sink my…
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The women of my family
The women of my family taught me to smile, but not with my teeth they taught me to smile with my eyes no matter how tall to never look down no matter how difficult the challenge to never look away they taught me how to choose fruit and how to choose friends, oddly enough a…
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inky skies
In the inky skies of paradise where the clouds are set ablaze and the cherubs bleed iridium, where she falls only to rise and grow until the branch breaks and she falls again into the abyss of abnormalities that are tattooed onto wrists in crimson ink as a reminder, like a post-it note that as…
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For They Shall Be Called Children of God
After “Peacemaker” by Kari Russell-Pool There will be a day when the names of tyrants are no longer spoken, not even as threats for misbehaving children. There will be a day when the names of tyrants are no longer written, the very letters plucked from books as easy as stitches from a sampler. …
