Month: August 2025
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Last Nine Days of Poetry Sedation
I left poetry books everywhere. On top of the washing machine and on end tables and bookshelves, not stacked neatly.
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Chocolate Berry-Cherry
because goddamnit if we aren’t being the pinnacle of health so we may be lucky to die with our skin still glowing
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Dear Sally 🎧
“Back then, I didn’t say or do anything I really meant, but there’s some amnesia there. I attended parties and holidays, but I couldn’t tell you what I said to anybody, what I gave or what I got. I was afraid, and inside my apparition I thought I was safe.”
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Seven Days of the Sealey Challenge
I diligently read and became entranced by Heather Christle’s The Trees The Trees. Oh, how I saw myself in her roots and her ruthlessness.
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Calm under the waves
The most genuine smile. Her skin, warm-toned like the almonds she kept in a zip-lock bag—raw, unsalted, chewier than I liked. She was the first vegan I ever met. She’d share her soy nuts and say Yummy! like a child. But we were children.
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Tilted
In the distance, a mushroom cloud rises while I’m talking to my mother. “Are we saying goodbye?” I ask, and she tells me to stay inside, take cover.
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