Berry Picking in the Arctic
A Haiku
From cracks berries bloom
Echoes drop far below you
Soar beyond young one
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Oneg In The Arctic
A storyteller and poet of arctic adventures, good food, identity, mental health, and more.
Co-founder of Queer Vocal Voices
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The Fish Song
The room didn’t smell like disinfectants. Its fragrance seemed light and not overbearing. A soft mixture of lavender and mint permeated the space. No beeping machines or any tubes hooked up to four-year-old Kaleeka. Her cacao skin seemed to glow from the light over her head. The family, save for one and the doctors and nurses exited the room like a trail of saints showing their last vestiges of regard.
By Skyler Saunders6 days ago in Fiction
Comments (4)
Lovely!!! Left some love!!!
Cracks, bloom, echoes, soar...a few simple words that make this such a sensory experience! Loved it!
Beautiful piece.
Feels like family ❤️