Category: Atmospheric
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D-d-d-dear.
I wake up thinking about this specific sensation, with the immediate urge to put words to it
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february snow moon
in my left handa green anjou pear,slightly bruised,still believingthe first bite will besweet and soft and wet.sunglasses and keysdangle from careless fingersthat grab too muchin impatience.earlier, I had watchedtwo anhingas diveand swimand furl and unfurl their long necks,trying to remember their nickname:snakebirdwhich is exactly what it looks likeuntil it flies with its companionto the droopiest…
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Let’s do some living 🎧
Last night I dreamed I was carrying a white tiger, past the age of being a cub but not yet grown. Her back legs dangled over my side body, toward my bum. Her front legs were more stiff and nestled in my arms. I don’t know where we were walking, but I’ve walked through it…
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Transluscent Gloves
I’m trying to make sense of what I narrated in my Voice Memo app this morning. I’d like to turn it into something. I keep thinking of translucent gloves: wet and buried in mud. It feels like the stack of unanswered text messages sitting inside my phone, open loops that go against my character. Against…
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not being real
From a second-floor balcony, I hear a sneeze that sounds forced and theatrical, followed by a friendly hello.
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Marian’s Bike Rides
She’s become a familiar landmark, like the curves of the road she glides through effortlessly.
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Everglazed
… I see the old couple who have their own Saturday routine. The husband always taps the window and waves excitedly at Gigi, not me, to be perfectly clear.
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Silk Walled World
Beside it rests my childhood bear, which doesn’t strike me as odd. Pappy’s glass eyes seem waterlogged, as if they’ve absorbed a thousand tears.
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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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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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hot air & ballrooms
“To coax myself into writing, I sometimes have to start in a completely different place than where I hope to end up.”
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Waiting In the Tall Grass
“It’s amazing how we might return, time and time again, to a place we only might get scraps from.”
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Fortune July
on the Fourth of July, familial love, & joy, despite awareness of broader societal issues.
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why’s it always a weather metaphor? 🎧
on nuanced exploration of hope and anticipation amidst a heavy, silent sky.
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Via del Biscione 🎧
“They people-watch with their chins cupped in their hands, giggling madly at one another every so often when they stretch their necks far enough to catch each other’s stupid faces.”
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Shoes Stay On
A girl came up beside me and said, “I heard you were the person to speak to… about dancing?”
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Skin Therapy
“Not only is she empathizing, she’s already thinking of the sentence that will soothe me. It might be hilarious, or it might be the most grounding thing I need. It’s beautiful, how clearly I can count on that.”
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Sleep Demon 🎧
“I walk through the same moonlit hallway, go into the bathroom with the same flickering light, and look at myself in the mirror.”