Dane BH

Joined May 2021

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Bio

By day, I'm a cog in the nonprofit machine, and poet. By night, I'm a creature of the internet. My soul is a grumpy cat who'd rather be sleeping.

www.danepoetry.com

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when we were most immortal
sun. sun soak. soak sweet sun. sun-soaked sweet skin. sweet sun-soaked sea skin. salt-soaked sea skin, sweet sun. soak sweet salt sea-skin. sun. sand.
By Dane BHa day ago in Poets
elegy for an elder millennial
"Don't trust anyone over thirty," seemed like a good rule that was sturdy until came the time I woke up past my prime - and now that old rule seems quite murky!
By Dane BH11 days ago in Poets
on our thirtieth anniversary
I wanted to do what was right - help you stay in my country and fight. For papers we wed, but fell into bed. Here's to decades of wedded delight!
By Dane BH13 days ago in Poets
fouls in the cornfield
There was a rule at the community baseball field: once the cornfield at its edge reached knee height, players were required to rescue any ball fouled or flung into it. The adult leagues had a system to decide whether the catcher or first baseman had to lead the search, and how many beers were owed to whoever found the ball.
By Dane BH13 days ago in Fiction
for the day is long
Fish don’t understand the concept of small talk. You’d think they’d be better at it, especially the ones who spend most of their days in bowls or tanks or whatever zoological imprisonment looks best in a teenager’s bedroom. That whole “goldfish have a five second memory span” myth really screwed them over when it came to living arrangements. You’d think they’d be more bitter. Or bored.
By Dane BH14 days ago in Fiction
the atheist in mourning
When deep in the bowels of grief, I'll try anything to find some relief. "To all things a season; there's always a reason..."
By Dane BH14 days ago in Poets
things worth checking first
Finally, the day had come due when Jennifer's dream would come true: her very first pup, (you could just eat him up!) but oh no - who'd have known - she's - atchoo!
By Dane BH19 days ago in Poets
The K9 Senior Companion Program
“Hey Dad.” Laurie’s voice was warm and tired. “How was the doctor’s office?” “Fine,” Joe lied. “Nothing to report. How’re you doing? Tell me about the kids.”
By Dane BH23 days ago in Fiction
the long night before the call
Watch the sky, praying. Wear pajamas inside out. Morning call comes: snow day!
By Dane BH27 days ago in Poets
mastectomy: what it takes, what it gives
anesthesia took nine seconds. surgery: three hours. relief: lifelong.
By Dane BHabout a month ago in Poets
after all this time: excerpt from a letter to william shakespeare
if only you could know: how they laugh - still - at your jokes. still cry. read. play.
By Dane BHabout a month ago in Poets
snooze
sweet morning minutes sleep-stretched - between - alarms. new love suspended us.
By Dane BHabout a month ago in Poets