fiction
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The static of his mindblew apart the EKG machine. I don’t know what languagefreedom, will be written in on his hospital release papers,or if they will ever be inked again. He was bouncing off the walls today,slamming pads, brick, doorways, and glass. Demons were in his bones, he saidhe was just trying to shake them
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The sun hides from view,what day is it anymore?Bloom quiet dusklight My branches slowly form limbs again, though tulipsstill grow from my hair. It’s then I hear thelantern light conversing withthe travel-worn tree. In one, the voice ismelody eager light, theother steady, warm. “She’s a long way fromhome,” the lantern says briskly,each word crisp cut
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“Follow the spiritof freshwater streams safeto sanctuary prisms light the way,don’t stray too far from the banksoon, find home again.” Last words from the caveas I followed directionlit by sun and moons. Like spectacle gleamtwo moons peered behind the cloudsas I stream bound walked witness to the joyof Naiads at play, splashessound of chimes and
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Characters: Iggy = Punk Mary Poppins Cc = Bizagoth Melody = Hippie Priestess Vibes Yow = Cryptid dog, alternates between gray-white and pitch black fur depending on the day, deep piercing red eyes, good boy * Setting: Kitchen, pantry open, Iggy digging thru it with a leash looped in one hand as Yow is sniffs
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Characters: Cc = “Business Goth” Melody = “Hippie Priestess Vibes” Iggy = “Punk Mary Poppins” * Setting = The stoop outside the backdoor of the kitchen. Iggy is curled up inside somewhere like a cat (on a chair, the floor, a bed, who knows, but she’s absent from this conversation). Cc smokes a cigar looking
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Sunrise burns pink hopepromises, a new day donsits merry greeting. Echos of sleep dreamsfleeting glimpses of home hideas I awaken the cave celebratesthe moment glowing yellow,no longer alone. Chaos tastes strangely when ladled by hand out of pearl freshwater streams The cave yawns open on the grey rock candy grass,pearl spring waters run the cave
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This is a genre-bending poem that winds up being 5-6 minutes when read aloud or 5 pages printed. However, I think the payoff is worth it in the end. Originally from a prompt: “to describe what animal or plant you would be reborn as”. I asked if cryptids counted and they laughed and said yes…
Poetry With Hart 