words are tools. [i think we forget this.] we place them in specific and precise patterns and know that the order serves a purpose. [just…
Prose & Cons
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I don’t know what words are supposed to embody everything I’m going through when every day has been as full as a year and the…
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Why am I still crunching sand between my teeth and digging it out from underneath my nails? I gargle with granules in every sip I…
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I knew I should’ve been happy for him. After all, he was my only son and I’ve made it clear from the time he was…
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Sunlight filtering onto the salt-stained pavement peeking through snow and ice. The sound of birds, many, singsonging their tales of travel to their partners and…
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Heart palpitations An overcast threatens me here Breathe; smile pain away
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Rising and rhyming, Rising and rhyming– Rhyming without reason! Melting pot of highs and lows, Black and blue, white and gold, So rich, so elaborate;…
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Loosely based on “Cartwheel” by Lucy Dacus My hands were still sticky from holding a lemonade-smothered quarter when she told me. It was the summer…
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It hasn’t been a full day since we drove out to the shore and already home has become shorthand for Room 312 A. Back at…
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The rain tonight sends Everyone to their houses. Our fingertips and Faces turned up, we Walk, side-by-side, to my car Beneath the damp trees.