Poem, snippets and essays of my life

Category: Poetry

  • Death

    Death A magician is called to the bedside. He opens his coat, its lining revealed shiny like a young minnow. Snaps it around the waiting soul, then unfurls it up to the sky. The murmuration happens. A round of applause crackles as you lift into the light. There are black and fragile wings, no bodies,

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  • Ocean Eyes

        Dear Billy Eilish Pirate Baird O’Connell: When I first heard “Ocean Eyes” I couldn’t believe that someone finally understood how I’ve been feeling stuck in this house with my family. Your song made my heart vibrate and spread inside my chest and out my feet and I don’t even think I could walk

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  • The House

    The House

    This morning the bones of the house had creaked and moaned and snapped with a ferociousness not heard before. Its flesh slapping at the restraining drywall and crying as the resident mice left for warmer climes. No one left here to feel winter coming. She wanted to raise her hand. She came once in November

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  • Spine Mine

    Spine Mine

    Spinal Surgery     Eight weeks ago I had spine surgery and it took 7 hours to make me less fragile but I am still fragile. I told the anesthesiologist I was anxious and he wrote I had a “psychiatric disorder” in my chart. He had black, thick hair and sat back in his seat

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  • Charles Simic

    POETRYJanuaryCharles Simic Children’s fingerprintsOn a frozen windowOf a small schoolhouse.An empire, I read somewhere,Maintains itself through The cruelty of its prisons.

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  • Winter Garden

    Winter Garden

    Winter garden Not breathing.

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  • Happiness

    Happiness

    Freshly painted on my pathway

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  • Words in Gardens

    Words in Gardens

    Garden words Stop Listen Close your eyes Feel Kiss Smell Brilliant Bring back anything good Ferns Words begin with w Mouth lips Risk it Say it Do it Be the tree’s root Fragile Temporary Contemplation Fidelity Loss Absurd There’s a garden in Scotland called “Little Sparta” and it inspired me to to be more creative

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  • Love and Work

    Love and Work

    Love and Work   Nothing makes me madder than people disrespecting my work. Well, that’s not completely true. Injustice and cruelty and abuse make me really mad. In my personal life, however, nothing makes me madder than someone saying to me “You know if you do this it’s going to require a lot of focus

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  • I Am Poem

    I Am Poem

    By: Zandr Mehran, age 9I am happyI wonder how earth started because now one knowsI hear Mrs. Puljiz talking about animals which makes me think of how they lose there homeI see the yellow bee that crashed on the tableI want to be happy for the animalsI am happyI pretended that there is a big

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