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never reaches me: the warmth they meant when they spoke. i nod like i know.

at the edge of the orchard, she cracks the plum open with her teeth, lets the skin cling to the soft of her wrist. no one teaches a girl how ...

These are all so liminal!! They're beautiful!!

the oblivion grinds down faces, syllables, dust in a locked jaw.

into the foliage, glass shards of dusk catch my throat; something else waits here.

The tree is gorgeous ^^ You have such an eye for lighting!!

husks of former selves, silt gathers in their hollow; roots seek out our hands.

*record scratch* *freeze frame* Well, you're probably wondering how I ended up in this situation.

brushstroke memories -- ghosts of hands caress your cheek; a canvas, waiting.

why can’t i be gold? everything i touch dulls fast; dust in my own hands.

All the Rage Back Home Life isn't easy. No one said it would be. In a world where money buys influence and the truth is buried beneath layers of corruption, ...

It's not a Halloween poem per se, but I love reading "The Glass Essay" by Anne Carson around this time. I like how it explores memory, loss, and loneliness!!

Poetry is a vessel for all the things we carry but can’t say out loud. It's an attempt to give weight and shape to feelings and moments that would otherwise ...

we’re not alone here. the walls exhale with us, with a heartbeat not mine.