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It was quite a beautiful thing, the way we simply just came to be, with no effort or trying and slowly we found each other’s hands in the dark. No chains or promises, just a...

—Charlotte Eriksson

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BeautifulBeginningBetter
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I am not a Sunday morning inside four wallswith clean bloodand organized drawers.I am the hurricane setting fire to the forestsat night when no one else is aliveor awakehowever you choose to see itand I...

—Charlotte Eriksson

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AcheAliveAlone
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And you might try to hide or protect yourself, or compare the different states of love,but you must not grow up, must not act wise when it comes to love.You must stay foolish and fall...

—Charlotte Eriksson

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Charlotte-ErikssonGrowing-UpHeart-Break
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The difference between superlative pie and a wish for cake is crust. Understand that pie is a generous but self-centered substance. It likes attention, not affection. Do not hug your crust. Do not rub its...

—Kate Lebo

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BakingBeginningsCake
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I am a free soul, singing my heart out by myself no matter where I go and I call strangers my friends because I learn things and find ways to fit them into my own...

—Charlotte Eriksson

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DedicationFreeFree-Soul
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What is this thing? trading passions for a tiny bit of acceptance.

—Charlotte Eriksson

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AcceptanceLitLiterature
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Only those who will love longer than they expected to can truly love pecan pie, which doesn’t explain its status as death rows most requested last dessert, or why chopped pecans, corn syrup, directions from...

—Kate Lebo

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BakingCorn-SyrupDeath
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I am not collarbones or drunken letters never sent. I am not the way I leave or left or didn’t know how to handle anything,at any time,and I am not your fault.

—Charlotte Eriksson

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Break-UpCharlotte-ErikssonDrunk
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Decades from now, my grandchild is going to be a poet… And she’s going to write about how she’s a living testament to how her grandmother made love to hurricane and calmed the storm.

—Danabelle Gutierrez

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PoetryPoetry-LoveProse
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I negate this distance with / what it would be / to be shining you.

—Mikl Paul

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And perhaps, I’m a Tuesday night and you’re a Wednesday morning the way we’ll never even notice how we blend into each other.

—Danabelle Gutierrez

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He said that he felt that there was a book hidden between us. Some small thing lodged between a rib or a summer. and He wanted to find it.

—Mikl Paul

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I’m learning persistence and the closing of doors, the way the seasons come and go as I keep walking on these roads, back and forth, to find myself in new time zones, new arms with...

—Charlotte Eriksson

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ArmsDoorsFind-Your-Home
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A poet is a blind optimist.The world is against him formany reasons. But thepoet persists. He believesthat he is on the right track,no matter what any of his fellow men say. In hiseternal search for...

—Jack Kerouac

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She told me there was a place on my face she wanted to inhale.

—Mikl Paul

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I am running and singing and when it’s raining I’m the only one left on the open street, smiling with my eyes fixed on the sky because it’s cleaning me. I’m the one on the...

—Charlotte Eriksson

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The Grim Reaper isn’t grim at all; he’s a life-saver. He isn’t grim because he isn’t anything. . . . he is nothing. And nothing is a hell of a lot better than anything. So...

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He left the next morning, searching for a city with light that reminded him of me. He would mail me empty envelopes and boxes, I would take them into my closet, shut the door, and...

—Mikl Paul

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I am constantly torn between the will to be seen and still hidden so god damn well, a contradiction I never figured out.

—Charlotte Eriksson

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Be-SeenContradictionFind-Yourself
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Have trembled beneath the pressure of a light beam.

—Jay Woodman

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LightProse-PoemProse-Poetry
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Nowhere hidden has ever turned away a goodheart guest.

—Mikl Paul

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Fairy-TalesProseProse-Poetry
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I was never afraid of the dark and I spent my youth walking through empty playgrounds at midnight, worried mothers telling girls to be careful and ”the world is an ugly place and not everyone...

—Charlotte Eriksson

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AfraidAt-NightBreak-Up
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Objects and ObjectivesTo contemplate LEGO. Many colours. Many shapes. Many inventive and useful shapes. Plastic. A versatile and practical substance. Symbolic of the resourcefulness of man. Oil taken from the depths of the very earth....

—Jay Woodman

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Later when they would mention, they would say, and everyone would know, but not nearly as well as they meant.

—Mikl Paul

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I said ”I love you so much it’s killing me”and you kept saying sorryso I stopped explainingfor it never made sense to youwhat always did to meto let what you love kill youand never regret....

—Charlotte Eriksson

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BeautifulBreak-UpCharlotte-Eriksson
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YENWhat happens if you take a cup? Put it to your lips. A cup of desire. Of dazzling colour. Of intoxicating aroma. You can’t resist. Drink. And in the bottom of the cup. There is...

—Jay Woodman

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Looking from outside into an open window one never sees as much as when one looks through a closed window. There is nothing more profound, more mysterious, more pregnant, more insidious, more dazzling than a...

—Charles Baudelaire

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If freedom is free and none need worry, then what blood drops for thee?

—Ryan Goodrich

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So you will meet many ’someones’ who will give a new definition to your name. And you can not build walls, must not close the door and please don’t hide,because if you ask me about...

—Charlotte Eriksson

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Broken-HeartedCharlotte-ErikssonFree
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Time is not ours and we would not own it. It does not wound us to say so.from the prose poem INNOCENCE

—Jay Woodman

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PoemProse-PoetryTime
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It pleases him how Spell is how the word is made but also, in the hands of the magician, how the world is changed. One letter separates Word from World, and that letter is like...

—Charles Lambert

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It’s best to watch out for men, like me.

—Ryan Goodrich

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I used to be fine in my lonelinessbut somethingor someonesnapped me out of itand showed me company. What it’s like to feel at home,and so the going on by myself part wasn’t as easy anymore.Seasons...

—Charlotte Eriksson

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AloneColdCompany
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Of the many forms that silence takes, the most memorable is the dry husk of the cicada.

—Jon Davis

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