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Sunlight and Trees
Birds and I sing together, I dance with grass – I climb the trees.
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The Flip Side
If only you saw the flipside The other side of the me that you see.
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Study For My Dream
Morpheus always shows me the same thing when I go with him. Just a window.
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Treading History
The darkest days of history begin not with pestilence and paper-burning
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Collection of Sijo Poetry
Sijo is a Korean traditional form of poetry. Sijo is written in three lines, each with four groups of 1-5 syllables with a total of 14-16 syllables per line.
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Metamorphosis
Can you hear the crisp pull of skin peeling off my lips? My eyelids? My wrist?
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Mississippi Yearning
you are a veiny thing gossamer serpent stretching its neck from stem to stern
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The Fault of the Moon
Just as the ocean’s tides recede, the waves always come back to feed.
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Synesthesia
The scent of smoke burns my skin. All I can smell are the flames burning before me.
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Double Double This This
Double mirrors and doorways— Double keys and hard drives—
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Penelope
I stitch my shroud, in quiet contemplation It is time that I race against, leaving rough edges I never hope to finish.
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Warning to Firefly-Catchers
moving in the clandestine hidden in the brush i trudge along the undergrowth cloaked in musky dusk
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An Abridged Architectural History of Old Suburban Chicago
The Queen Anne never tries to hide, slyly aligning herself to the eyes of mindful passers-by:
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Old Photo Album I Found at an Antiques Store
You, holding the baby, crouching in a meadow, a child yourself. Your father: straight short hair, dark suit, slow face. Here he is holding you, here he is with your…
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As I Await My Departure
As I await my departure I drum my fingers on the desk I’ve made home.
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Eulogy
Here lies a lesson for all daughters who swim towards stubbornity, who seek to satisfy that self-indulging instinct,
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Dear Mother
dear mother, my magical cocoon, the safe haven within the walls of childhood where rose-tinted flowers grew beside hope-laden trees,
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Difference
We can make the world a better place. We can make a difference We can empower others by uplifting them We can change for the better
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A New Life
I lay quietly now, like the hush during a funeral. Father stands lofty, towering over mother. Her halo darkened with each passing second.
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Blissful Paradise
Soft sand squishes between my toes on a chalky white coast. My defined footprints, so temporary, vanish without a trace as I wander on.