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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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Old t-shirts in the closetholiday decorations in the attic.The only once used, then forgotten,waffle iron and matching crock potnext to the glassware collection. The smile in the photograph but not really a smile.More a wry chucklebehind the sunglasses without a sound. The echo of their voices is in the walls of the house,not quite real,
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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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Not many people know this butwhen you first came outyou told your parents first.Not your birth parentsbut the ones who helped raise youwoke up at night to settle you downchanged your diaperstaught you how to ride a tricyclealbeit very badly (sorry for the concussion,a discussion for another time)you know, your other parentswho taught you the
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Characters: Iggy = “Mary Poppins Punk” CC = “Business Goth” Melody = “Hippie Priestess Vibes” * (See post labeled “About Last Night” for a more detailed look at character descriptions) * Setting = The same kitchen bistro table. Cc is seated, rubbing her temples. Melody is brewing tea/a tea like concoction. Iggy is sitting/standing/pacing on
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If Heinlen’s sentient computers met in an online forum and fell in love, this would be their story (Note: adding more to this post soon so stay tuned!)
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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 