Poems
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Hung Out To Dry
If anyone has ever treated you like the wet, wrinkly washcloth that hangs alongside their damp bathing towel. The one that once clung to their body, and shielded them from the icy air so it couldn’t send goosebumps down their… Continue reading
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Freeze Time
Five years have passed since my mind could experience the beauty of staring up at the stars after midnight, my back flat against the driveway. Since the touch of a subtle breeze sent a chill down my spine. Since I… Continue reading
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Grandma Knows Best
The scent of my shampoo is familiar, like the yellowish-orange bottle of baby shampoo that grandma used during bath time. The scent of jasmine, rose, and violet petals being sprinkled with baby powder, right before dancing in the fragrant rain. It’s… Continue reading
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LOST AT SEA
I remember a time when my breath wasn’t so heavy. It was clear like the ocean before it was polluted by glass bottles, glass jars, and a glass heart that sank to the bottom of the sea beside the abandoned… Continue reading
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Find a New Address
My voice is taken by the fear residing inside me. I try to evict it, but it won’t listen to the protest I never made or the judgments that keep me clouded. I try to evict it, but it won’t… Continue reading
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Harmony
Beyond the crashing waves and bright orange fish fins is a waterfall that glistens as each water droplet reaches the bottom of her resting feet. The clear blue water drips down her sopping hair and strokes her sun-kissed skin. Sun… Continue reading
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Disappear
We watched as the clouds hid what we thought were pink and orange sun rays. I saw clear blue skies fade to black. He saw the fluffy clouds transform into flickering stars. Each star with five points that danced with… Continue reading
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Meditate
Close your eyes. Breathe in. Breathe out. Count the breaths you breathe in. Breathe the same number out. Feel the air you breathe as it glides to your lungs. Feel the cool breeze as it brushes against your smooth skin.… Continue reading
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Fairy Godmother
My sweet child… when your world crumbles like the crashing of dominos tumbling down, one after the other. I will be there to catch the river streaming from your eyes. When you feel the emptiness of the world closing in… Continue reading
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Cherry Blossom
We used to run toward Grandma’s backyard once the snow thawed, where the tulips blossomed out from the prickly green grass, the pink and white bleeding-heart buds bloomed on vibrant green branches, and the pink flowers flourished on the cherry… Continue reading
The Writing Rock 