Dee Yazak

Joined August 2020

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Bio

A technical and science writer by trade that dabbles in poetry (and occasionally fiction) for fun. Her poetry focuses on themes of aimlessness, nostalgia, and the loose, delicate threads of human connection.

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Hepialus Humuli (Ghost Moth)
Ritual and recitation, I have heard nearly every permutation, of this endless, timeless incantation, and still, I surrender to it's calls.
By Dee Yazak2 years ago in Poets
Acherontia Lachesis (Death's-Head Hawk Moth)
These intricate markings form a pattern, simple curvature and lines, a grim, haunting shape, where form and memory intertwines, frozen in a way that won't disconnect.
By Dee Yazak2 years ago in Poets
Actias Luna
How do moths communicate? I wonder, peering across the way, in another time, in the woods, in the shroud of a crowded cafe,
By Dee Yazak2 years ago in Poets
Novella
Just a short story for now, a small cup of tea, the sound of the rain, Chekhov sends Anna to the seaside, Tolstoy throws Anna under a train.
By Dee Yazak2 years ago in Poets
All Good Things
I would like to saddle this stampede of ephemera, and ride it to the end of the line, I want to reach deep into the ether,
By Dee Yazak2 years ago in Poets
Aptal Kalbim
It is firmly affixed at the cuff, but hangs so loosely in my chest, steady as a hired gun once in motion, acutely punctuated while at rest,
By Dee Yazak2 years ago in Poets
Hamistagan is a 4 Door Sedan
White dwarves and red giants, Headlights and taillights on a rainslicked road, two streetlights chatter with one another,
By Dee Yazak2 years ago in Poets
Salvage
Perhaps I'm simply working from an outdated paradigm, where I exist beyond a simple calculation of money, calories, and time,
By Dee Yazak2 years ago in Poets
Information Age
I. A self-help book instructed me to give it a name, but I gave it wings and feathers, and, as if it were a kindness, it strung me with weights and tethers.
By Dee Yazak2 years ago in Poets
Cabinets and Shelves
I am a worn compendium, Full of trite, flowery words, I am a reinforced steel cage, holding a flock of giddy birds, I hold them close,
By Dee Yazak2 years ago in Poets
Ghostwriter
Youth and inexperience, we clinked our half-empty glasses, toasting to the end of the world, but that place we inhabited,
By Dee Yazak2 years ago in Poets
Paul Verlaine
As a school girl learning french, I memorized a poem by Paul Verlaine, it described a creeping sadness, that followed him in the rain,
By Dee Yazak2 years ago in Poets

Dee Yazak

Bio

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Hepialus Humuli (Ghost Moth)

Acherontia Lachesis (Death's-Head Hawk Moth)

Actias Luna

Novella

All Good Things

Aptal Kalbim

Hamistagan is a 4 Door Sedan

Salvage

Information Age

Cabinets and Shelves

Ghostwriter

Paul Verlaine

Stories (26/0)