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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    I was so submerged that I forgot the beauty of life above water. Here I am, wet and heavy, slipping with seaweed and itching with barnacles, and finally the hull has come up. Finally here, the eggy yolk of the sun looking at me from a thousand angles, every one seeming to me the most glorious thing ...
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    Willow voices calling me from the corners They rake over my ears With soft cool fingers They tell me what I crave This animal craving I don’t deny. They sooth my turmoil The turmoil that sits pulsing like a cauldron of poison in the cavern How it feels to be wrapped in these cashmere sent...
  • Poetry > Limerick
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    A forest carpeted by moss, With trees of silver tin, The small red bird sings of loss, Loss of his feathered kin. A shadow blue flirts with the breeze, The hungered bows stoop from the trees, And not one to see This curious place But the little red bird And his mournful face....
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    Tonight, it is waking Tonight The moon is distended and glowing. It expands with fleeting but impressive beauty. It beads like a full pearl of sweat On the smooth marble Darkness of the earth’s brow. After tonight The moon can only grow smaller Slowly slicing away Its girth Like a ...
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    A shadow black goose Rides the silvery pink foam of dawn, While pale shafts of gold float in the morning mist. The air is tender and light, Like the breath Of a sleeping child. It smells like lavender satchels and cucumber juice and sugared ice and vanilla tea. I imagine this Is wha...
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    When I lay in bed, In the soft halo of light from my bedside lamp, The rain is like my nightlight. It keeps me from seeing too much of the dark. When my thoughts start crying and whimpering In fear of what the dark might make me see, I listen to the sound of the rain. The sound is my mo...
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    A pine blossom, a fragrant bud sticky from sap, shivers, as the bitter winds whine eerily through the iron boughs, the dark trees silhouetted against a hard navy sky. Even the stars seem to be piercing Through a layer of deep cold night. The moon is almost completely hidden by her b...
  • Hot Topics > Environment
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    The autumn rain hangs on the bent spine of the sword ferns. Damp, cool air hugs the shrub-covered ground. A deer stops behind the mossy pines, silently drinking from the puddles of water collected between the tree roots. Her fawns explore their chilly surroundings with unperturbed curiosity...
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    I pass by the large glossy painting of a wine glass With French words in crimson paint. The kitchen table sits like a friendly dog. There is a glass vase filled with hydrangeas. The silverware from my last supper shimmers in the morning light, and I say a prayer when I see the sun fall on t...
  • Fiction > Historical Fiction
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    August 10, 1918 I am Gitali Singh. Today I turn 14 years old, and my father gave me this book as a gift. But instead of being filled with stories, the pages are bare. I asked about this and was told that I am to fill them with my own stories. Well, I don’t have a story. I am not a fearsome pi...
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    Dawn inhales her First fragrant Conscious breath. The statue of night Melting over her skin. The sun’s mighty gaze wakes softly the earth. Now the trees have fruited And the blooms have opened their Virgin petals. Like a waking lover She kisses the round Shoulder. This fitful...
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    I watched the sun fall into night A gentle fall I could not fight. Then came the moon The pale remedy That glistened with stillness And brought sleep to me. How heavy my eyes, how light my breath How woven the dreams and tender the death....
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    Life can be so unfair! The life of a teenager lacks all possible forms of passion and romance! Sitting listlessly in my pink boudoir, I ponder the usefulness of the Pythagorean Theorem, a noble task. But there is no possible way to prevent my thoughts from turning to romance, or more accurately, my ...

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