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Pocket Poet

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Dec, 2023

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Dream of the Dream Eater 「貘の夢」

I am a unicorn in a lilac wood. I was one of those women living in the waves half way between the sea of dreams and the sea of tranquility. On Venus waves the sea she beckons with Charybdis’ kiss don’t be afraid of the sirens that pass by on the streets at night the red and blue lights the blood and blue whirl into one choppy purple I feel a fin grope my leg I twitch the foam is soft against my face the cool of a silken pillow I am waiting for someone and forgot to stay awake I float up to the surface and fall back down into Lethe’s cold...

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Yang Guifei; or, An Ode to Fat Girls’ Beauty

TW: SWEARING, MENTIONS OF FAT PHOBIC BULLYING, BULIMIA, SEXUAL VIOLENCE, ETC. 1. 26yrs old I’ve tasted love. You put in my mouth: the juice of fresh lychee, I suck until it cascades down my throat; down my bare, your beloved, well-visited mountains it runs as refreshing as spring streams; How I could spend all day watching the dew from the lychees drop! Have they never heard of Yang Guifei? I eat my feelings and I’ve tasted love Mochi-skinned, red bean heart beat Chocolate strawberry in between teeth sucked in a tongue, locked in a kiss...

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Mine Hill, NJ

“It was a dark and stormy night at an old house, there was a long hallway upstairs with a warped—” “Stop it. I don’t want to listen to something like that while we’re here. My house already makes me feel like someone else is living there. I would rather hear one of those romance stories you’re always reading.” The moon was high and the gravel made a crushing sound under her feet as they walked. He moved closer to her because, in all honesty, stuff like that scared him. She kissed his upper arm. She kissed it again and then gave it one mor...

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Cassandra

He had no shame; Artemis was sleeping deep in the heart of the moon and it was as plain as day no clouds would come nor rain to her aid no one would blot nor blind him his light shown so strong, so hot the fire of him, of his vile desire, even from across a barren field, he burned her, her skin turned pink, her body blistered from that heat borrowed from Hades she ran near breathless her feet kicked up sand That coated her lungs the same as those poor souls who wandered lost in the wake of Pompeii Where were the four winds? Where was Hermes...

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Recollections of the Prince of the Autumn Leaves

I returned to the past to come get you; to bring you back with me, back to me. I walked the way beyond time and beyond the gravity that exists further out, that keeps it all moving forward and round and round. I never knew the universe was alive before I walked outside of it. I watch it skipping as I walk by, flashing back and forth between its own memories. It’s trying to remember what happened and what didn’t. I am coming for you. I am going to make it forget you died. Let it choose the false memory where you are still alive. It would lo...

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An Early Winter’s Disquiet

I awake It is still darkness All around me is a shivering haze of shadows of whose forms cannot be held to one place nor one solid mass My mind is foggy and I cannot remember what it was I remembered in dreams. A feeling of love married to sleep that fleeted far away at the time of exile that is awakening. I thought I could reach in and pull him out of there; we could lie awake next to one another in the stillness; against each other in the heat My anxious self, head against his chest, listening to his heart beat My heart hurts I forget wh...

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A Time When We Are Naught

I am already married by the time I don’t meet you. I’ve already broken up with him and several guys before I even meet you. I am living in an apartment in Brooklyn with him and his mates as we’re planning our future. You’re so rough and pushy when we first meet. You shout at people on the street. I’m applying to the UN. You don’t want me to work because you say that we already don’t see each other enough. But I’ve wanted to work there since I was in the first grade and drinking mango juice at my boyfriend’s house while his mom drilled us...

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Firebird and Mourning Dove

Weekly Contest #230

It was the nightshade of trees that seemed to crawl all around her. Like indigo snakes, black dragons that coiled like the world serpent in thick vines of rose fang thorns, she tripped and fell onto the black and blue shadows on the uprooted feet of toppled trees, fallen kings and crowns, flags dragging on the ground, she tripped and fell at the foot of their shadows, bent the knee and rose in dark, moonflowerless night. The nightshade shifted in the wind, slithered on the ground, writhing vines filled with water crawled up even in the nigh...

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