This is a poem I wrote shortly after a friend's son died tragically young last month.
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New poem, “Best in Black”
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New poem, “Midwinter Night”
I love how clear the stars often are this time of year, something about the cold makes them seem brighter. Sometimes you can see other wonders, too, if you only look up and wait long …
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New poem, “Trespass”
Dreaming a bit about taking a trip to Scotland one day, which I recently learned has no such laws. Quite a contrast to this country, where ownership and possession are so highly prized.
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FRESH OFF THE PAGE: Right here, always
What a gift to get, Even at an end– To begin anew again.
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FRESH OFF THE PAGE: Go in grace
I taste it in my voice, running like a river, mingling with others... flowing in and out, filling up the endless sky...
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FRESH OFF THE PAGE: Treading water
I can’t see anymore, what might wait there, what monsters or miracles, terrible and beautiful, glide all around me...
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FRESH OFF THE PAGE: To catch the light
there is only that instant... when it returns... and I know such warmth again... when understanding dawns.
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FRESH OFF THE PAGE: only silence
a chance come round again, well-earned and willing, to sing a new song, wonderful and wise...
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FRESH OFF THE PAGE: fireflies dance
the fires burning quietly, this constellation of small stars surrounding me, fallen to earth below...
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(Not so) Fresh Off the Page: quiet calamity
Tucked inside was a copy of this poem, which was actually was written even earlier in 8th grade...
