“It was a cold winter's night and the wind howled like a wolf; snow was plummeting from the sky in a frozen forest. Of course, this was normal weather in the highest area of northern Maine.”
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“I remember wanting to tell you that burnt sugar is waves,
to wash over you, but not swallow you. it’s quicksand,
take a misstep, and you sink.”
“I am welcomed to a new world of challenges
where friendships I had are gone,
like balloons in thin air.”
“Muggy subway steps
reach ground level.
Colored bibs safety pinned;
babies on the loose.”
“When there were no more dolls to play with, we began playing with shrapnel instead.”
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“I despise you, yet
your presence comforts me
somewhere deep in my soul. You
are always there. You
never go away.”
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“In the shattering
fragments of time
between waking
and sleeping,
hail hammers its fists
against the window.”
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“I think I must be getting old
because now here is this person who does not belong to me.”
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“Yesterday, I planted a seed
In my front yard, beside the rose bushes.
I dug it a grave, buried it in mulch,
Stood vigil over its silent form.”
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“Dragging its fuliginous tail, miserably wailing,
Twitching its scarred ears, its howls for help unavailing,
For people jeered and guffawed at this helpless creature,
And nobody could perceive this canine’s unique feature.”
“she walked across the sand
laced with empty soda cans.
I am the hidden hero.”
“I hear pounding.
A war coming my way.
No one notices my fight
even if I am strong.
I am the hidden hero.”
“there’s a town.
west of a french quarter.”
“The decrepit mansion, guarded by extra-weepy willow trees, was haunted Haley O’Connor.”
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“My blanket, mi cobijita, flew through the Colombian sky and landed safely in a package from my mother’s childhood friend. A week later, the precious gift stroked my rosy hands at birth.”
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“Her wistful affections are silken and blurred in my
heart. We call her
’Nostalgia.’”
“Reading names of men I never knew,
blurring as I stare into myself,
they came to rest in me.”
“Red faces yell in German. Not the kind
that the young Berlin entrepreneurs shout
into freshly bought iPhones, but the old German
that’s lost to an age pre-World Wars.”
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