Poetry
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Dream it.
It all begins with an idea. Maybe you want to launch a business. Maybe you want to turn a hobby into something more. Or maybe you have a creative project to share with the world. Whatever it is, the way you tell your story online can make all the difference.
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Build it.
It all begins with an idea. Maybe you want to launch a business. Maybe you want to turn a hobby into something more. Or maybe you have a creative project to share with the world. Whatever it is, the way you tell your story online can make all the difference.
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February 14, 2023
If the whole world is ending
Then at least I have this moment
With the cormorants chuckling
On the next dock over
While the water bumps gently
Against the shore
And the rippling shadow of the dark cloud
Impresses itself upon the blinding
Sunlight blazing on the water’s surface
On this silver blue day
Following the ice storm
My fingers go numb but my heart is warm
In the suspended stillness
Of a moment just for me.
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February 3, 2023
I feel the gentle caress of the
morning sun on my cheek
as the birds play and fight overhead.
They flit between their thorny perches on
cactuses, carrying animated conversations.
The wind pulls the seductive smell of
my steaming coffee toward me
on the cool air of sunrise.
And I seek to smooth this
ruffled feeling inside me with
the call of the mourning dove.
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January 28, 2023
The house stands, staring with shattered eyes
A perpetual breeze ruffles the white gossamer drapes
patterned with purple butterflies and rosebuds
Whispering softly, urgently
A story about stolen innocence
Or the way women sometimes
vacate their own body
Allow men to spray paint sexually aggressive
messages on the walls then bash their way
through them with a sledgehammer
Something about the cool evening air
lifting the soft and delicate unprotected fabric,
as though that’s the way it’s always been
Shouts and loud bangs rain down from the floors above
A frozen smile
Shattered glass
Paint fumes
Leave before dark
Give it to me, daddy
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January 25, 2023
Swollen, purple clouds cushion the sky
Impressing a waiting silence
A stillness heavy with anticipation
The calm before the storm