Category Archives: Prosetry

Remembering the Snow

The night was so bright. The sky was so black that it made the snow shine brighter than day. Each steamy exhale was the only thing stopping the eyes from freezing. Every breath of icy clarity was a charge in the soul, a spark in the heart. We walked down the street of the residential [...]

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Remembering the Fire

The scent and smoke of burning wood was carried on the chilling wind. It filled my lungs with fire and fervor, and I couldn’t stop dancing inside. I spun in every direction; light and darkness whirled about me. For some reason, you watched. The din of cheerful voices about, food and music and camaraderie. But [...]

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Remembering the Sky

Conditions: optimal for aviation We slip into our black military issue wings in preparation for an evening of flight. Our weighty boots seem light tonight. Headphones Check But nothing can drown out the deafening silence. I put my hand in my pockets. Adjust flaps Check We roll down the pavement, making our approach. My hair [...]

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Falling

I’m Falling again. Falling. I don’t know why it happens. The Autumn comes and I feel it. It gets inside me and things change. I can’t explain as succinctly as I’d like. Unreal? Surreal? No, I think it may be extra real. The Falling is intensity. Intensity of the senses. Intensity of emotions. Intensity of [...]

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Nine Nein 9

In awe, I observe the pandemonium, taken aback by blurring bustle. Unable to merge into the flow, I am thrust into the gutter, sprawling in the gravel, choking upon the dust. Eyes are stinging, nose is swelled with debris, lungs lurching in pain at every inhalation. So I stand up and brush off my bruised [...]

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I Dream

Oh, how I fear the sounds of closing minds and wagging fingers of disapproval. Yet, still, I am driven to be my own, one of dreams and hopes and loves and thoughts, disregarding any resulting upheaval. How I long to shout, to dance, to run, to jump, to cry. Every tear of salty pain is [...]

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Animal Wrongs

Painted smiles and canned laughter just a happy shell cherry cordial to the last the last straw the straw that broke the camel’s back The camel’s pain is what I feel I am lost in my turtle shell Moving slowly, growing older but what about wiser? Mr. Owl, how many licks does it take to [...]

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