seafarer.

seafarer,I’ve lived on the leafstalkand moon-groves, beforeI peeled back my mind winter is cold-bloodedI hatch from the twiggyrose in frozen veins in the sanctum of the treessplit in the sun-moon, our bonesshe crawls like the moon © 2021 lucysworks.com All Rights Reserved.

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“Through The Screen” by The Anonymous One.

She messages meMy eyes light upAnd I respond as fast as I canAnd the message is receivedI see the word “typing”And I spring with joyAs our conversation flourishesInto a beautiful realityA universe, if you willOf true happinessAs I remember,I can only speakBut not touchAs she is behind the screen.

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“Man in Cafe” by Rajkumar MN.

I. Today is Sunday and a plausible day in the calendar for me at the cafe. Recently I had a lot of angst about how I spend my time. Attempting to get back all of it from unfruitful works. Cash had never been my principle vexation. Except at a specific time of life, when I […]

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te amo.

A temblor, a rock by which is drawn together by the little tree in arms of darkness           May darkness;                in the blue perch of the eve,                      to sleep in the burial                           of the star, A leaf falls      pooled on its legs; ersatz silence           in a mind with a hole […]

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“Where I’m from” by Anannya Choudhury.

I’m from Hannah MontanaThe Best of Both WorldsFrom singing at the top of my lungsWith comb for a mic I’m from the old neighborhoodThe sweet childhood memoriesFrom after school gamesAnd childish shenanigans I’m from Barbie DollsAnd kitchen setFrom operating on fake patientsWith my doctor’s set I’m from Taylor Swift songsThe cliched lines of love and […]

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“The Box” by Kimberly Ray.

“This friendship will self-destruct when you open that box,” Katie says as she hands me a box and waits for a response. I wonder what this means, what is so important in this little box. Do I dare open it? I don’t want to lose her as a friend. We’ve been through a lot together: […]

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With This, That’s All.

One could find the rare, rare amend, May it be the return of the archaic, But even I drag it out upon the turf. The reeds and their humid song (stray dreams) Upon the strides and twists, Prance the endoskeleton of the walnut tree, (Its leaves ambushing dry land) Just as the birds vacate from […]

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