In the Almost Summer of a Humid Evening
Noticing the absence of a lilac breeze we spread our bellies over cool earth mourn the dandelions’ death their white ash clings against...
Learn the World
Speak a new language so that the world will be a new world. ~ Rumi ~ flower gardens—large red dahlias pink peonies, blue hydrangea and...
Fade Out
His fingers tampered with the remote control, Evading the humiliation of calling for aid. Each pressed button twinged his fragile thumb,...
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Age three. with gangly legs like a doe you bounded down hearing Mommy’s voice calling to you from the driveway sticky juice fingers...
My love for the sea, I carry it with me
For the first few years of my twenties, I have felt a great need (but stronger), a pull (but stronger), an urgency to escape to the sea....
Passive Aggressive
Pink Leather slowly turning grey, worn by years of pirouettes on shiny, hardwood floors. Tights run from continued use, strings pulling...
Boston
Airport Fridays In deep fall Where lives end and begin Over warm cappuccinos And chestnut colored laughter In eyes that smile...
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Maybe the moth in fact hates to fly- a maddened relief when landing, until a vicious wind seers it back up on it's inefficient wings....
Quantitative Reasoning
One hit opens your third eye. Three hits closes your first two. One hundred flowers bloomed in June, & were pressed between pages of...
Seven Secrets
-A Pulmonary Tease(is the person who wrote this piece but not necessarily the name of the narrator.) #SamuelPayne #poetry #20172018
