poetry
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High School Reunion
I’ve been getting into treasure hunting lately. Dumpster diving and bounty hunting too. Continue reading
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The Grass is Always Redder
A poem about my commitment issues “I’m a man panning for gold in the river. Sifting through dirt and pebbles And fool’s gold So much fool’s gold.” Continue reading
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The Constellations Between Your Freckles
I hope I get the time, To name the constellations I draw between your freckles. Continue reading
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Props on a Stage
I want to live in a destination. For touring tourists and passerby. Our house a little speck in the wrinkled corner of any postcard you could buy. Continue reading
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Concrete Pigeons
Living inside a concrete cube, feeling disconnected and seeking solace on the rooftop. By feeding pigeons, they observe the city being consumed by a sea of grey- the untamed nature of urban life. Continue reading
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Welcome to This Hole in the Hedgerow
Welcome travelers. The purposefully lost, the jaded anarchists, and the bloodied knuckled pacifists. Welcome friends, new and old, the usuals, the newcomers, the frequenters, and the casually late. Welcome to the travelers, the runaways, vagabonds, commuters, and the lost. The strangers, the outsiders, locals, and passerbys. Welcome to the ones life dealt a bad hand,… Continue reading
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The Lighthouse
Amidst the perpetual clash of land and sea, a resilient lighthouse stands as a symbol of endurance. Despite the relentless forces surrounding it, the lighthouse remains, its light extinguished but its presence unwavering. As the elements persist in their battle, the lighthouse serves as a poignant reminder of impermanence in an ever-changing world. Continue reading
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