prompt: describe the ache (take two)
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schuyler peck (@schuylerpeck) can't get enough of my love \\ sanna wani \\ charles oluf olsen goal
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It's March. I open the window and spring floats in, kisses me on the nose. I have waited so long- and now the Sun is washing the world in yellow, and now the seeds sprout green in the dirt, and now the trees are budding and ready to bloom- and it was all so worth it
Schuyler Peck, Worth the Wait
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Bowls of cherries and pear trees in the summer. Bumblebees on honeysuckle bushes and fresh hot coffee. The wind running its fingers through the trees. Sunlight warms our strawberry patches. The mornings aren't quiet. There are robins picking twigs from the long grass and songbirds hiding in the branches. The hills are still wet with dew. Our neighbors' cows moo 'good morning towards our windows. I roll over in bed to see you and find you already awake, already smiling. These days, I never wonder if you love me. I can see it so clearly on your face.
Schuyler Peck, strawberry patches
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Excerpt from the poem “Parts Of Me I Haven’t Met Yet (Part 1)” by Schuyler Peck (@schuylerpeck) , featured in her collection “You Look Like Hell” 🌙
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"More nature. More mystic. More magic. Less society. More self."
Schuyler Peck
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Cover illustration for Schuyler Peck's new poetry collection "You Look Like Hell", published by Game Over Books.
Drawn with procreate.
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“It's March. I open the window and spring floats in, kisses me on the nose. I have waited so long- and now the Sun is washing the world in yellow, and now the seeds sprout green in the dirt, and now the trees are budding and ready to bloom- and it was all so worth it.”
—Schuyler Peck, Worth the Wait
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Maybe If I Rip a Few Things Apart with My Teeth, I'll Feel Better, Schuyler Peck
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Prompt: after Kim Addonizio’s “What Do Women Want?”
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Think of the many times you’ve been a refuge: welcoming each stray street cat and abandoned potted plant and dear friend saved from heartache. This body has been warm. It’s given past what hands can give. This body has played lighthouse and homemaker and firefighter.
You, a healing breeze; your body, the sky that moves it. A place of rest, a song sent by spring, a flickering light, a wish the world made.
— Schuyler Peck
[Alive On All Channels]
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It's March. I open the window and spring floats in, kisses me on the nose. I have waited so long — and now the Sun is washing the world in yellow, and now the seeds sprout green in the dirt, and now the trees are budding and ready to bloom — and it was all so worth it.
Schuyler Peck, Worth the Wait
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