Alyssa Haywood
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wayward. wild. and free. One of my favorite spring past times is traversing around my yard in discovery of new life. Our property boasts many bulb perennials – of course…
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Is your brain fog colorful? Suddenly unstoppable, blinding, everywhere. Prisms sharpened, Brightened, Softened, Mined. Mine. Mistresses of the light
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Churning, Waves of pressure Collapsed. Refuse; Rise; Persist. Hardened Fall. Brutal. Expected; despising in my desperation. Nevertheless, I return. Swim, crash, drown. The ocean of your eyes.
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As constant as the sun does rise, my mind wanders… cardamom, pumpkin spice; if we’re feeling spicy, an extra dash of cinnamon and nutmeg to top it off. Quiet in…
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Daydreaming of Spring Cozy in our winter bed Snorkels through the snow
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Possums and Patriarchy: A Haiku. Balls of the meatheads,Frozen as their hearts must be.Eat the fucking rich. We’ve had a resident possum fondly named Blossum at Hay-Trie Acres for the…
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Do these dark depths of the Maine winter leave you dreaming of summer? As I sit typing with chilly hands, surrounded by the white glare of shimmering snow outside, I…
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Glasses: The elephant in the room holds my glasses. Tilted. Lilting. Crooked, perhaps bent, screws loose, scratched and dimmed. If only, rose colored. Past, Present, Future (of) Uncertainty: sitting in…
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Thoughts are thunder.Love is lightning.The tempest mind,Everlasting.
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Cotton Candy clouds,Branches black as the crows areFlight of the masses. Ascending. Find me in the skies.
