Tag: nature
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How to Fly
Extending the wings of their newfound body, the baby cardinals open their fledgling feathers to the breeze. The ground, far beneath their feet, terrorizes their early thoughts; looking into the void of spiraling wilderness and wildlife. The universe is as big as the forest. Their parents demonstrate the flight technique, urging their young to try…
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Machinery
Previously published by After the Pause for their final issue. My robot greets me as I enter the kitchen. It’s shaped like a dog, and it barks, too. On a platter it carries a granola bar gone two years stale. I take a bite. Cardboard flavor. “Welcome to Day 2456,” the robot dog says in…
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Kingdom of Earth
Now it storms, snow falling, melting into the cracks and crusts of the Earth, building a kingdom This room will be the palace. The mouse scurries from the falling flakes, cold against her nose. She plunges into her home, digging a throne for her slumber. Coming home empty-pawed, the barn cat will curl beneath the…
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Time Bottle
A blip within this moment, within this forever. One grain of sand falling, becoming like all the rest in the hourglass time bottle. Hero heralded to myth of memory, of being known within the folds of this universe; made by each hand yet known to be molded by the few rather than a little bit…
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Chickadee (dee) (dee)
evening comesand the little bird sings chickadee-dee-dee. nothing matters in the most wonderful way. soothing waves washing over soft sand beds and children giggling beneath the sun. it’s a game. so they win. stars shine wonderfully unknowing to everything but the beautiful insignificance of the world for now they shine. tomorrow doesn’t matter. Poetry and…
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Connections
When you look at me do you know how I feel? My mind’s ghost, harrowed spirit, and shadow. Do you know my name? When yesterday was for trust broken do I always have to be disappointeed, will you let me fall? Why, when aren’t we the same? I still remember screaming a name and no…
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Stepping Stones
In the way that taking one path can lead to your next footsteps, living is filled with complexity as yesterday’s fights are unyielding, and bleed past midnight. To cross the river, there are many stepping stones you are forced to go over, not all of which grant you with kind gifts. Like many of the…
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Orbit
Stars live long before twilight waiting eagerly to be noticed beside the sun. Warming the world all the same. And still they cry. Tears of stardust will fall. So many meteors these days on collision course. Why do they have to cry? Why be sad at all when they get to be beside the sun?…
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Growing Wild
As a flower amongst a field lined with gold foil, soon they will pluck her body and pull out her weeds. But for now she breathes as trees sway before the twilight, water bending beneath the sun, dancing leaves falling in symphony. And grass holding to her sides, whispering, I’ve got you; I’m here. The…
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Solar Eclipse of the Heart
A gilded cage wings skipping and fluttering flying with no worry to its name it can’t know of sad songs it would die if it did existing is a symphony of not-forever being there makes bittersweet have meaning when today’s memory can be forgotten. The dark side of the moon will hide its face no…
Hazel J. Hall 