'Mosaic'
My face is a combination of all the faces of my ancestors. My mother's friend sliced some tomatoes for me when i was a kid, and I've loved tomatoes since then.…
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My face is a combination of all the faces of my ancestors. My mother's friend sliced some tomatoes for me when i was a kid, and I've loved tomatoes since then.…
· 1 min read
A lone sparrow flies through the sky, each outstretched wing a blade. The sky is not cut, but the air slices, ripples, lands on my skin. The flight of that…
· 4 min read
They sang the praises of the morn, How light shines and crosses the fields, Blanketing it with the golden glow, And wielding the power of hope it yields.
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Should tonight be my last night, I want to leave you this: Know there's nothing else You could've done. There are no more clues You might have missed.
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Through the trees and through the rain, I run from time unfolding in vain. Eager to escape the hold of the past, And jump to the embrace of the future at last.
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“But how do you speak to a granddaughter in her dead mother's stead? Can the responsibility to the dead ever be replaced by the responsibility to the living?”…
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"Almost" seems to be a recurring theme in my life. Never quite reaching. Always just barely.
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A poem inspired by "Murder on the Orient Express" by Agatha Christie.
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