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Another old poem, another winter, another spring.

Here is another poem I wrote several years ago during this very same period of transition. I am less haunted by birds in New York City, though. 206 more words

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Moments I Knew I Loved Him.

The first time he was excited to show me a talking parrot.

Everytime he calls me ‘love’ which is so often I forget it’s not my name… 284 more words


I had thought that for once winter had intervened on my behalf, keeping me in one place, giving me time to plead my cause. But I have never heard the wind sound so cutting. 218 more words

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Field of Dreams

Sitting in the field has never felt as fresh as it did today. After living cautiously in the city for half of her whole life, it’s nice not to choke on the very air that sustains one’s self. 356 more words


Ducks on a Dock

Harmony and her duckling friends Jester and Bart were on a trip to a nearby pond called “The Lake of Loath”. Jester and Bart had both been to the lake before and taken the plunge into its waters. 154 more words

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One sunny day I decided to go out and take some pictures for my photography class. Everyone at school gets to choose one of their classes and I choose photography. 193 more words

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The Secret of Ducks

The duck leader watched from afar. Good, he thought. The potion has worked. I have 5 minutes to get out and start my research on humans before the ducks snap out of their trance. 72 more words

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