Most white mulberry trees
actually bear purple fruit.
I learn facts from a TikTok video.
Sometimes, we don’t have all the information we need
when we make a decision
that trickles down through history.
Photo by Engin Akyurt
Category: stream of consciousness
My Words Might Fail
One day, when the moon is in the sky, I will reach out to touch it. I might hope for an embrace that it cannot reciprocate. I might stumble in its light. I might weep. I might struggle to move that insurmountable rock. I might try to replace it with other rock. I might lean against craggy walls, learning what every cliff face looks like from the bottom. I might hurt.
One day, when the sun is in the sky, I will tap my fingers on the dining table. The wood might maintain my prints. It might not. I might stare longingly out the window. My gaze might race to meet the horizon faster than my legs could ever run. I might lie down on the floor. I might rest. I might face my greatest fears. I’m not sure I yet know what those are.
One day, when the moon is in the sky, I might not be there to see it.
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Smoke and Soot
a free verse poem
Smoke and soot.
A candle left to burn for too long.
A campfire just waiting to become cold.
Unused logs.
Waiting for another winter.
Beige and brown and chopped.
A recently demolished treehouse,
now a childhood memory.
Virtual Connection
a free verse stream of consciousness poem
Virtual connection with nearly ten thousand people—
My ancestors never knew
such kinship and overwhelm.
My body is separated from the laptop
with a thin mustard yellow blanket.
There’s beauty in these human voices.
There’s beauty in these typed out words.
People on my screen or in?
Probably in.
My sweater is warm.
My bare feet are cold.
Outside, the air is nearly still.
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The Yellow Brick Ave 