Author: Hazel J. Hall
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Late Night Porch Talks
Stars, don’t be scared to linger; this starts and stops with you. So don’t leave, don’t be scared. This is only part of us, long before we bury it. Outlive a moment, and forget. Moon, can you hear me? Do you care to listen? Come here: be still. We’ve got you. There is no need […]
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Somewhere, Out There
habitual days and days when nothing is new in the way it once was beneath some warm sun, interstellar more than I will ever know this direction, this path, these places feel aimless in their brevity.it is days like these when it is all infinintely more finite than me. fleeting. And cruel. perhaps I have […]
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At Fourteen
Entering high school feels like a distant moment now. But, as if my clock were ticking backwards, I’ve recently been looking back on my life instead of moving forward. Instead all of my energy going towards the person that I could be, I am stuck at the age of fourteen, back when I was confused […]
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The Cost of Living is a Dead Man’s Truth
As the stage of modern history shifts to become one filled with chaos and confusion, marred by violence and a normalization to death, pain, and tragedy, evolution is necessary. Humans, if nothing else, are miraculous in our chameleon tendencies: hiding and hoping that something, some light, will survive. But now, through years of a global […]
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Children of Earth and Sky
Even if I were to collide with the glass of the bus window, destroyed by all of the moments of my darkest hours, I can open my eyes and escape. For, beyond every pane of glass, there will always be a bird wrapped up in the melodies of its own song, perhaps hunting, drinking, bathing, […]
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Raging Now
Thunder and lightning, storm drain surging, could’vefollowed it all the way downunder waves where it’s quiet. Burning, billowing,festering flames. Smoke dying down.So that’s this feeling? Spiraling away,wishing I could have had a different story. Lightning, a flash, then a crack,a spell of dark magic, saying, Let’s keep digging;I want to meet the ground six feet under. […]
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Their Pasture
He tilts his head up towards the sun, looking through the trees as light filters through their branches. The sheep looks around the pasture, luscious and glowing golden. He is swaying in the quiet breeze that brushes past him in a gentle embrace. He remembers many years ago, when the hurricane came through and destroyed […]
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LOVE,
If you must ever go, enter my life gently. Transcendant forever. Crossing walls, wishing they weren’t real. Weren’t felt by us. Our friendship. Sometimes I wish I didn’t know. If it wasn’t ours, it could never end; never begin. Beautiful, while fleeting but terrifying while uninsured. Have I graced you as you have me? The […]
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at dawn
we sit on the docks waves pushing and pulling against the pier coming and going as we lose all our days tomorrows and todays years and years lead us here, all testament to our loneliness craze. Poetry and photography by Hazel J. Hall.
Hazel J. Hall 