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Drink a slice of lock fish
Isn’t it strange? It’s odd to think That you can’t eat an eat, But you can drink a drink. And often, I want to disagree
The Shadow Worker's Hymn
To all the nights I bit my lip so hard it bled, My chin stained red, just to quiet the tears In fear that they might think I’m in imposter
Merrily Life Is But A Dream
Am I sleepwalking through this dream we call life? What is real or imagined? I imagine most of what we experience is the dream,
She Was Unknowingly Born A Warrior
She definitely has the strength to move forward But she has forgotten who she was born to be, She is living as if it is still the yesterday of her pain
I will not be you and you will not be me dancing around delayed address of our imbalances serpentine slow slither wrapped around fragilities
Dreams of a Crescent Moon
When darkness falls upon the tired day sending the sun away And humans press their hands as one to pray that life will go their way
Lost Memories of a Pioneer Town
The following is a poem based on Walla Walla, Washington’s storied past. The city’s reputation and social landscape changed vastly from the 19th to the 20th century. For historians, there are a lot of rumors to weed through and unique challenges to preserving the city’s past. It’s difficult to find reliable documents about Walla Walla’s pioneer days.
I would leave myself too
You keep Polaroids of people who you don’t even speak to anymore Because deep down you still hope they’ll come back to you
They Long, But Never Meet
Their lives take two different paths That never cross. They will live in their own worlds Not knowing that these worlds
Tomorrow is Today (Ukraine Support)
A ray of borscht, a pampushka's blaze Seem to call for this settled evening And the sunflower shines when walking Under the lightening sun - free gaggles graze
I ask myself, “is it possible?” Past life, reincarnation, a soul embarking on multiple journeys in different spans of time.
If beauty is skin deep, What do mirrors display? If talk is truly cheap, Why do so many pay Such great attention to what others say?