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I was from the city, from New York specifically. I was from the corner store around the time. (Light, gleaming it appeared illuminated.) I was on the edge, the only edge where a lot was expected from me as a child I remember this looking back. I was from a well raised home, From a…
October 24, 2022
With gratitude toward George Ella Lyon I am from diaries, From unspoken words and unspoken thoughts. I am from a canvas And paintbrush strokes I am from the roses I have received. The grass where I’ve laid Feeling the earth’s connection on my back. I am from love and heartbreak From comfort and despair. I’m…
October 24, 2022
I am from love From family dinners and boardgames I am from rowdiness From sarcasm and crying laughter Home cooked meals, bedtime stories, and muddy shoes I am from arguments Lonely nights and boring days Tears of happiness and hatred I am from compromise From mom’s house to dad’s…
October 24, 2022
With gratitude to George Ella Lyon I am from train exhaust, from overpriced ice cream and jaywalking. I am from coal in the fireplace and under my feet. (Black, glistening, It tasted like dirt and dust.) I am from whitetail deer, the deciduous oaks whose long-gone limbs I remember as if they were my own.…
October 21, 2022
You know that saying, “Roses are Red,” “Violets are Blue-“ Then people just put whatever sounds like a good saying? You know those two flowers in Minecraft? The Wither Rose and Cornflower? What if I was the Wither Rose, Black, And you were the Cornflower, Blue, And what if I could make everything die? Everything…
September 30, 2022
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