The light looks different When the sun disappears early Behind gray winter clouds. There’s a feeling with how Vivid the earth looks. It’s a particular sight That makes me think The day is transitioning Into night an hour before The sun is supposed to set. A bare Christmas tree Waits to be hauled away. ChristmasContinue reading “Details”
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To Mold A Story
The paths I walked along in summer Are now muddy from fallen snow. Autumn leaves stick around in early winter. The cold air freezes rain. It’s hard to breathe when I can see my breath. I stay inside, wearing fuzzy socks and warm sweatpants. My cardigan has pockets big enough to hold my Kindle. TheContinue reading “To Mold A Story”
Sunset
Some nights, I look up towards The sky as the sun is setting And I’ll see a masterpiece In front of me. Gigantic clouds reflecting the sun, smaller ones not in the way of light. A reminder of how small we are Compared to the sky above. It’s one of those nights Where a beautifulContinue reading “Sunset”
Splitting Once More
I knock on all the wood in the room, hoping this is a step in the right direction. I look down and reality splits into two, a new spin on something I know all too well. I throw my phone onto a counter, thinking I’ll forget about it for a while. I try to avoidContinue reading “Splitting Once More”
The Hunt For A Christmas Tree
While this pandemic has foiled A lot of plans this year, One thing it didn’t mess with was The annual Christmas Tree hunt. Every year for the last sixteen years, My family and some family friends have Wandered into the woods in search of The perfect Charlie Brown Christmas Tree. Normally, when we go onContinue reading “The Hunt For A Christmas Tree”
Christmas Music
I started playing Christmas Music in early November. I listen to it while I write, I write wherever the music takes me. I see Christmas lights being put up earlier this year. We put ours up this weekend, A reminder of how odd this year has been. The Christmas spirit brings people comfort. Comforts haveContinue reading “Christmas Music”
Polar Bear
For Marsha. If you’re a polar bear, you see differently. You see beauty in the ordinary, Details in the smallest of places, You visualize instead of problem solve. You’re a poet, writer, artist, painter. You strive to show your perspective Through the work you create. Creating art comes as naturally as breathing. You can seeContinue reading “Polar Bear”
Dancing in the Streets
There were people dancing in the streets All over the states on Saturday. A collective sigh of relief was had by those Who had been filled with anxiety And fear for the last four years. Anticipation for normalcy and steadiness, Instead of divineness and unpredictability Expanded quickly as music started playing, And cars started honking.Continue reading “Dancing in the Streets”
What Cannot Be Controlled
“I’m the vice president of panic, and the president is missing.” – Paige Lewis My right eye is filling up with water As soon as it meets the morning light. I am afraid to look at today’s news. I wonder which version of events are worth clinging to. I want to remember this moment likeContinue reading “What Cannot Be Controlled”
Nothing In Particular
Rain begins to fall in late afternoon. The summer breeze is relaxing on my skin. Solitude to calm the mind as I sit outside is embraced like a friend I haven’t seen in a while. A bee flies from one sunflower to another. I watch without fear comforted by the distance between the flower andContinue reading “Nothing In Particular”
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