Month: April 2023
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brinkles
a haven of childhood dreams; where sick days feel like snow days and the comforting ease of a weighted, worn blanket is always just around the corner. still spinning bike tires and dirt caked toys lay discarded and dozing on a generous green lawn. a devoted dog, collared and quiet, sleeps soundly in the sunny…
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folds
there is a time that existss o m e w h e r eafter the night has given herself to the daybreakbut before the day has shown us her cardsin a place where the windowpane nestles the wallempty shadows & beckoning light play a serial game; catch-me-if-you-can it is the greatest secret never told,only i…
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75th street
earth wakes freckledin her own wet snow; again and still the robin, redrefuses to not sing without winterhow else would we see the birds? the red-shouldered hawk, the golden eaglethe peregrine falcon who hides and caws out from her heart;the barren treetops today it is the parachuterswho are parachuting six, maybe seven, stand floating;scattered feathers…
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