“Alone” ~ by Poe (video reading)

"Alone" by Edgar Allan Poe From childhood’s hour I have not been As others were—I have not seen As others saw—I could not bring My passions from a common spring— From the same source I have not taken My sorrow—I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone— And all I lov’d—I …

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Sun fractures darkness

the further I drove, the closer I got to me distance restored my equilibrium and my regard for humanity traveling toward ten thousand stars only one needed to make a wish not on the brightest,             but on one that stood out                   make a wish, I did I held tight to that wish, I did everything …

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Mornings like this

Poetry exists for mornings like this The jasmine is bursting Orange tea leaves are steeping A gentle rain is falling One drop now thousands Last night’s wishes offered to the stars on me, now fall Your essence etched across my heart I retrace softly and slowly, all that you are I live for mornings like …

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Sunflower Structure (audio poem)

Sunflower Structure - audio poem Your yellow gone your seeds mostly released the few that remained fascinated me Torn, I was, between wanting to pluck each one crack them open and swallow them whole or leave each shell in its protective bed perfectly secure I found you fallen from your tall sturdy stem no sign …

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Eve’s Last Evening (flash fiction w/audio)

Eve's Last Evening - Flash Fiction w/audio She is a contrast in emotions. In life choices. Opposites that pull at Eve's brain, that sometimes pull her apart. One half of her brain fighting fiercely to live. To achieve. To win. The other half of her brain pulling her into a dark frozen forest. Pulling her …

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Twilight’s First Blush

There was a time when I bathed in a certain magic found only during the twilight hours. A stillness. A soft pinkness. An advantage over the sleepers, sleeping away the most enchanting part of the day. I was a witness to the sun’s first appearance with eyes not rested from the night before. Eyes, glistening …

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I Hear the Quiet Outside

I heard silence in place of the bell that continued to ring, although no children were nearby to hear it sing. The constant chiming, reminding me many things over the last three weeks, now quiet. The silence that remains inspired the following lines.