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You and Moments
Loneliness – Art Nomad Sandra Hansen I love you. And I recognize this in the most inappropriate moments. It’s not when you’re laughing at your favorite show, or when you recite your feelings. When you...
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Bouquet
van Gogh I give you a bouquet of words Because I’ve run out of shiny gifts And inside jokes And worthless money I give you a bouquet of words Because they are my only kiss And warmest hug And sweetest...
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For a Teacher
Monet You love. Quite simply, with none of that lusty garbage in between. Her hands move in their swift appraisal of Proust, her sincere wrinkles stretched on her skin. You are certain her...
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Marble
I know you are some petrified statue, Some sentient, Roman artifact That holds in it the lusty, languished desire From artist to art You are beautiful days and long dark hair, All some repetitive, sad...
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The Rite of Yokai
Hey everyone! This is a short story I wrote a while back. I want to get into the habit of posting stuff again, so I thought I’d start with this. Hope you enjoy! The Rite of Yōkai A Children’s Tale You...
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A Kiss
I wept because your kiss placed the sun in my throat. An ecstasy that seared my every cell. I felt the weight of your soul on my lips, and for one brief moment I was intoxicated on a love that tasted...
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The Peak
The peak of my perfection was when I was with you. When we were driving, music blasting, hands hanging out of windows. When we were tumbling down park hills, conquering that nighttime madness. We...
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She believed
She believed that she could never be loved, that her beauty was vacant and her biological force impotent. She believed she couldn’t be loved, and such assertions threw him into a mad stupor for which...
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Scribbles 16
“You are beautiful melancholy,” he said, pushing her hair behind her ear. She smiled, unaware of the lingering sensation from her skin on his fingers. “You are beautiful.”
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Scribbles 18
What is he to do now, but slowly drift into her? What is he to do now but melt in those folds of hair and those blushing cheeks? He is liberated by the smell and softness of her skin. He doesn’t know...
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You and Moments
Loneliness – Art Nomad Sandra Hansen I love you. And I recognize this in the most inappropriate moments. It’s not when you’re laughing at your favorite show, or when you recite your feelings. When you...
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Goodbye Cinderella
If you drop your slipper on the staircase, Cinderella As you run in great haste, Cinderella Take off your other slipper too. Then Turn around, Cinderella So you will be found, Cinderella And once all...
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Core, Mantel, Crust
The body and soul composite the earth. We are all layered. We are all core and mantel and crust.
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Affections…
…echo. one is sensual – one is delicate. one is a feeling – the other a call.
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Rain Thoughts
Rain thoughts — inevitable descent. splashing, gliding, whirling, dancing, sinking, soaking, soaked. Absorbed. Until nothing is left but lone, verdant weeds — bluegrass – Sickly green from sticky,...
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An Autumn Night
Great Gatsby and nighttime vigilante talk. Coffee-Cigarettes-Candles-Gasoline Heat. Perfectly painted pink-toned nails. Signs of apprehension as a stomach bulldozes and turns within itself. Thoughts of...
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Mini Story: Walking to the Bus Stop…
The dreary day complimented my bad mood. Until my hands, red and stiff from the cold, were left warm by your passing company and unexpected, gloved high five. Which lead to unwarranted smiles on a...
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