Field Notes from Somewhere

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4-8-26

welcome to firhaven

a man sits
on top of his house,
the door opening
into something else—
just a cardboard maze

he stares,
not at the sun

he says,
“it’s a wonderfully dark day
to sit on a roof”

and maybe he’s letting
someone into his house
maybe

I looked up every flight
as if I could go somewhere




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I like the image of streetlights over a 'soulless' suburban street in Pebble Lane. I watched a video once about how wide streets with very few structures or trees can come across as eerie compared to ones where people feel more 'enclosed'.

'welcome to firhaven' is interesting too - I wonder what supernatural creature is about to crawl through the cardboard maze <.<

The imagery in this thread kind of reminds me of YouTube videos exploring dead malls. I find them eerie but also somehow fascinating - there's so many things people leave behind for years without anyone cleaning it up. But there's no one around, so the clutter conversely feels spooky :3
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@Liminality thank you for another comment!
that "soulless street" vibe is exactly what I was aiming for, so I'm glad it came through.

and firhaven is kind of based off a old weird game idea I had, so I'm just using small pieces from that :p

I looked up every flight
as if I could go somewhere




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4-9-26

before anything happens

when the door opens
the house shifts
tense—expecting,
and the other doors rattle
as the air moves inward
and around, seeking

when the door closes
the air settles
then waits

I looked up every flight
as if I could go somewhere




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4-10-26

no cell service

under a blue sky,
five miles from nowhere,
flat fields, gentle hills,
the short trees and grass
hold a different side of green—
not in the sun
but when it’s cloudy,

and Indian paintbrushes dot
the spaces between the powerlines
Last edited by FarDusk on Mon Apr 20, 2026 3:37 pm, edited 1 time in total.

I looked up every flight
as if I could go somewhere




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4-11-26

someone lives here

the slight click of the door lock,
the different air, heavy with scent,
feel the same as last week

bedroom to bedroom
dressers and shelves, wiped clean

dusting the edges of family pictures,
and carefully arranging them back—
I know their faces, but not their voices

the collection of shot glasses
and framed news clippings—
the small details
don’t finish it

I looked up every flight
as if I could go somewhere




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really enjoying the sense of ambiguity / liminality in all of your poems so far! I'm especially intrigued by how your narrative voice takes on this observational, spectatorial role in a lot of these poems -> "before anything happens" is a really good example of what I mean, like with the somewhat ominous descriptions of the door.

I'm excited to see how you keep exploring this suspenseful overarching atmosphere; wishing you the best this napo!
In a shadow there is the blessing of a shadow.
— Kuki Shūzō




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@cocteau thank you so much for your comment! :D

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4-12-26

second try

yesterday’s light roast, dark and soggy
boiling water drowning it,
then dripping out the filter,
like an hourglass

yesterday’s color was stronger,
and the mug is lighter

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as if I could go somewhere




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4-13-26

contours

the fields end
where the tree line begins

the wind moves through the grass
over and over
only reaching
the tops of the pines

settling in the grass
I look for change
in the forest
but it holds
the same stillness

the setting sun
only makes the forest
more shapeless than before

I looked up every flight
as if I could go somewhere




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4-14-26

if you look too hard

atop a pile
of cardboard
allowing a glimpse
beyond the wall

nothing at first
until I looked too hard

the outlines of two doors
without a frame, without walls
just upright

watching them longer
didn't change anything

they were set there,
not grown there

remembering them
feels like something I almost remember

I looked up every flight
as if I could go somewhere




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4-15-26

off twice

the painting I see
every morning at breakfast
was crooked both ways
tilted on the nail
but the trees, the hills—
the whole landscape
was also off,
an askew image
within an askew frame

correcting it
only made it worse
as it fell to the ceiling

I looked up every flight
as if I could go somewhere




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4-16-26

rooted and transient

you slowed without saying why,
this bend in the road
is still the same

I saw it then,
a pocket of trees
and a house,
overgrowth hiding it,
that i must have missed before

it seemed the vines
had completely claimed the front
but it was already gone
and passed us

I looked up every flight
as if I could go somewhere




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4-17-26

low battery

after forced interaction
and four hours in the car,
the colors seem
to have lost their names,
and a song I listened to this morning
keeps pestering me
Last edited by FarDusk on Sat Apr 18, 2026 12:37 am, edited 1 time in total.

I looked up every flight
as if I could go somewhere




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long day today, kinda just showing up

but I'm glad I wrote something

I looked up every flight
as if I could go somewhere



He began to wonder why he had felt uneasy at all. It was like a man wondering in broad daylight why a dream had appeared so terrible to him at night.
— Chinua Achebe, Things Fall Apart