Folly of Youth

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A street of houses sits facing an open field with numerous trees. The trees are dense with leaves, and the branches and twigs stretch far out creating a canopy affect. To catch a glimpse through a front window is to sense a private forest. Two tween girls attending the same school happen to be neighbors on this street. They’re more acquaintances than friends. Their social circles are different, and one is particularly snobby with her book reading addiction and proper use of grammar. She’s known to obnoxiously correct most in their class. ‘Don’t finish a sentence with a preposition,’ is a fav. We see how that turned out. How some pronounced worry and lawyer was particularly vexing. Maybe a product of proximity, and the shared status … Read More

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On Poetry

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We are all so polarized, now seems like a fabulous time to argue on behalf of something. There are two types of people in the world: those whom read-write-enjoy poetry and those whom do not. These ‘do nots’ haven’t even mustered disdain; it simply doesn’t exist. My relationship with poetry as a thing to tend to or enjoy has ebb and flowed. I have been under a misconception the bulk of my adult years, believing myself to not care for it. I can’t specify the recent trigger, but a lightbulb switched and I found myself admitting I’d been writing it the bulk of my life. I’ve written songs since I was a teenager. My brain had somehow separated song writing … Read More

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Edible

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I gravitate towards attractive packaging You called out to me Clean and simple, but complex -much to the imagination I read you for the details Are you true to the claims Can this sustain me? -a short fix to satisfy a craving  I open you and little comes forth Weighted by accumulated ingredients What has been taken by all those who wanted you before? I don’t have a taste for that Hold it back. I want to pull you apart I end up spilling things out -here’s your taste of everything  Make a mess of a savoring state  Can I save you, how do I preserve this? I want to feel like I have earned it As if I don’t deserve you now, I try to ration you out Small bites at a time -decadence for my mouth and my mind I cannot handle … Read More

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