https://adonkumentary.com/2020/02/28/polka-dots/ This chilly time of year, when I've managed to zip through the skies to see my sweet friends for the first time since before the pandemic started, I remember this beach and the polka-dot dress. Though the Atlantic wind is sharp and I don't own real winter attire, I still can't wait to return.... Continue Reading →
Snowflake
i learned today thatsnowflakes can actuallylook like the cob-webpaper projects we usedto make in school. they can sparkle likewhen we glued glitterto them, the excess rainingeverywhere. (everything glistened for weeks after) i was silly to assume thatdoily-esque, unfoldedcrafts represented snowflakeslike one-line, five-pointedstars did the ones above; and I suppose I haveseen pictures of crystalbursts of... Continue Reading →
Swap
I’m luckyTo step out into trees.Both doors whichOpen my houseSet courseAn explore throughThick, humid woods. I’m luckyTo provide for an arrayOf living things whichSurround my home.I wonder, do theyThink of me as much asI, them? I’m luckyTo be seen byDonkeys and birds and dogsBut also to not be seenAs I wander deeperInto the forest (although,I... Continue Reading →
Polka-Dots
I know of a shore that harbors magic: an old, forgotten magic that lies dormant beneath the rocks and pebbles of all shades and sizes. They sit atop the sand at least two feet deep and two miles long. In my memory, I return there often. The Atlantic whips the coast with salty daggers and... Continue Reading →
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