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- Poetry > All PoetryBy Hanna C., Louisville, KYLost in what we've found, There's no need to look or speak or say When I feel you and you feel me in the Beat in our veins and the Same man's soul pulsing through our brains. Can you be a stranger When I sing and you sing and we sing to the same lines, If we laugh to the same...
- Poetry > Free VerseBy Hanna C., Louisville, KYWe laughed, knowing These boots would likely fail us. They made a squelch like rubber on the street, Tripped and slipped on slopes, And plodded slowly through the lawns. Our feet were soaked through in an hour. And yet we walked. Because we didn't know where to go, Because we had nowh...
- Poetry > All PoetryBy Hanna C., Louisville, KYA thunderbolt (or two or three) Came after me, But anyway, It leaked out of my pocket when I saved it for Another day....
- Poetry > HaikuBy Hanna C., Louisville, KYGentle, pulsing cries-- Mankind's sanctuary speaks Of a better view. Hands beneath the moon, Let our breath become the songs, Ancient and yet new...
- Poetry > Free VerseBy Hanna C., Louisville, KYYou look at me with your eyes in knots, your Hair combed straight and only your nostrils Wild, and ask, “are you a fool?” In this world, Elizabeth, how can I not be? We eat pizza for breakfast and cereal In the middle of the day because why the hell not? We run outside and shout because...
- Poetry > Free VerseBy Hanna C., Louisville, KYHe offered me a piece of Forever Resting in his palms; I laughed. What happened to today? Can we immerse ourselves, Eyes screaming, Senses pounding, In what our fingers Know we have? "What happened to today?" I asked him. I wish I knew....
- Poetry > All PoetryBy Hanna C., Louisville, KYI followed you through flames untouched; I thought I'd touch them too. I'd never known a moor before Nor seen such shades of blue. You weren't the pulse beneath my palms Or hiding in the rush, But with silly feet I crossed the street Through flames I couldn't touch. The...
- Nonfiction > Personal ExperienceBy Hanna C., Louisville, KYWe were just a cluster, not knowing what to expect, when we came upon a gravel road, not across our path, but alongside it. You never realize how much noise you're making or how tightly your eyes were shut until a herd of deer catches your eye, bringing a hushed reverence. We stood, still a clus...
- Poetry > SonnetBy Hanna C., Louisville, KYYou saved my life by showing me your eyes. When they were closed and weary, I could see The way your back had strained beneath her cries, Hands heavy with a barren destiny, Deep lines like trenches etched across young skin, Gray that had crept in while your soul was green, A thick scar on an a...
- Poetry > All PoetryBy Hanna C., Louisville, KYDoes the willow keep on waiting to take you beneath its shade? Did the forest that you ran through, and the sweet immortal glade, And the lake that lives forever, once consider otherwise? Do they still await your laughter? Do they know you will not rise? Does their stillness show they're ...
- Poetry > Free VerseBy Hanna C., Louisville, KYDid you hear it Whisper See it Flicker Feel it Flutter The idea Inspiration Firefly in your heart Gone In an instant No time to capture....
- Nonfiction > Travel & CultureBy Hanna C., Louisville, KYThe world seems smaller now that I?ve seen Paris. When I drive home from my three-room lakehouse in Spence County, past grass growing brown in autumn air and little brick churches nobody will ever hear about, it feels small and insignificant, but also real and whole and here. Paris is no longer a fa...
- Poetry > All PoetryBy Hanna C., Louisville, KYThey told me the studio was Abbey Road, where the Beatles Had recorded the songs that made history across the universe. In front of it was the wall, plastered with what must have been half a million signatures In red, black, blue, thick, thin, firm, quivering ink, Some contemplative, some vulga...
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