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and you'd think it'd be louder than this but no, it's quiet in the forest, hills, and gardens * Younger versions of us, of our eyes
By Ava Mackabout a year ago in Poets
A date which will live in infamy, but not pearl: The Blue Marble, Earth
A bird painted against the sky Unbounded by balance and flight Creates a tipping point of earth and air A gulf I, the bird, fill with my unbound raven hair
By Ava Mack2 years ago in Poets
What's lost after the parade is What's lost by girls of a certain age How short the girl's life How long the woman's
To form a more perfect union Present tense, not past The infinitive's infinity For you reading this tomorrow: Take it, reshape it, make it last.
Is a home a thing remembered? Curious - what can be reconjured for instance - I see layer and layer over there of every birthday, every Christmas, and on that stair
By Ava Mack3 years ago in Poets
I. The Deep End When I was a kid I had a lot to live for, and my single greatest fear was a shark in the deep end of a swimming pool.
By Ava Mack3 years ago in Fiction
I. After Covid-39, Americans have struggled to find mental healthcare and medication, but what if we could cure stress, anxiety, fear, and loneliness not through the mind, but through the heart?