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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.
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Worn and Torn
He sits alone atop the hill at Port Clyde, wondering when will someone come? Deep into rotting depression,
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My View of the World
My current keeps the seagulls circling In my reflection they can look for food. Their wings ripple me with a simple touch.
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Onto the Next Life
“I’m sorry to ask but how many?” “All seven, I’m afraid.” The world around him turns to the brown, red, and yellows of dirt.
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Self Interest
What novelty is there in another’s heart? What new skies are there in another’s eyes? Perhaps it’s because my own bosom
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Smiles and Tears
I’ve forgotten how to smile. My muscles get cramped after too many pretenses. It’s easier to just loosen the upward tension.
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The Fall Effect
I haven’t written or read in a while because it’s fall. Fall is when the days sharpen their coldness and twist you around with their breath.
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The Doomed Dancer
By Erin Costello, 15, Florida Skin draped over stark bone, Twisting and turning alone. A lone dancer, an abandoned stage, Their gazes trap her like a cage She spins and…
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In Memory of Tweetie Sweetie
I was sitting by the helm, Watching the blue waves move past, When your green plumage caught my eye.
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And when the clock tolls twelve…
I’m a princess, bejeweled and dressed in the finest silks. Still, blood stains my fine evening gloves.
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Book of Ghosts
The book of change watches me rage as its pages turn of their own accord like a scornful clock endlessly ticking, sending me to the ground in a freefall of…
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My Little Family
My little family started at Newark Airport with donuts and dreamy gazes. My little family is the eighteenth cohort, a dazzling crew that amazes.
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Equipoise
Another relationship up in flames, Over just when it’s begun. I pushed too hard, I felt so sure this was “the one.”
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A Daily Nightmare
No one sees him, No one hears him. But he always lives among us Patiently waiting and waiting.
