Leaving London for a weekââ I always miss the city, looking forward to being back already (and who can blame me, just look at this light in the library)
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this is kind of changing my life as we speak
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Today an old lady stopped me on my walk.
I had to remove my headphones to hear her.
She wanted to point out the sunset to somebody.
She wanted to acknowledge the orange.
And how it still faded into yellow.
As I walked away I couldnât stop my smile.
Iâm glad I was her somebody,
Because the sky looks oh so beautiful tonight.
-a.d.
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The exciting and fantastical revelation that I am exactly where I should be.
All of the ducks have gotten into their row, and the sun feels oh so bright on my face.
-a.d.
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I wonder what lies behind
Kind and subtle smiles from strangers.
I wonder how they view me,
If they wonder the same.
Do they wonder what lies behind mine,
Crooked and quick?
I wonder that too.
They should tell me if they figure it out.
-a.d.
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My loss of innocence is found in the swing set
Down the street from my first apartment.
I tried it out,
Tried to see if she was still there
Just trapped inside of my chest
Waiting to feel like she did as a child.
Instead I felt sick to my stomach.
-a.d.
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I wonder if Jeff and Terry are still together
If they have lasted as long as their names
The semi-permanent altar to whoever they were
The altar I scurried over during my evening walk.
âJeff + Terryâ
-a.d.
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I like sunset walks. I get to move with the sun. After a long day of work, I get to walk her home.
-a.d.
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Lisel Mueller, from Alive Together: New and Selected Poems
[Text ID: Winter was over. The notion of spring
struck her imagination
as something foreign, a fiction.
Green, she said to herself,
a beautiful word in another language,
devoid of meaning.]
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e.e. cummings, from âNow i lay(with everywhere around)â (in 73 Poems), Complete Poems: 1904-1962
[Text ID: ânow i lay me down to dream of Springâ]
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âI love you so much
That my whole chest trembles
My body aches
With the fear of losing it, youâ
-a.d.
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Duane Keiser, Fern in a Glass of Water, 2022, Oil on board
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Cicada, I am he
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September 12th, 2020
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Title Page from Parsifal; or the Legend of the Holy Grail by Willy Pogany (1912)
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Heather
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