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Creative Writing

Poem: the ocean’s lone grave

graveyard of loss    battered skin with a rough dusting of salt  hangs dripping jeweled coral piercing the air from its shelter  tucked between braided waterlogged seagreen tresses  Burrowing heels between shifting mountains of sand cast storms of shells whisked away in winds of foam  Snakes of frothy bubbles caper around clamshell-wrapped ankles  as a…
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Lauren Lee

May 8, 2021

graveyard of loss 

 

battered skin with a rough dusting of salt 

hangs

dripping jeweled coral piercing the air from its shelter 

tucked between braided waterlogged seagreen tresses 

Burrowing heels between shifting mountains of sand

cast storms of shells whisked away in winds of foam 

Snakes of frothy bubbles caper around clamshell-wrapped ankles 

as a cavernous groan trumpets vibrations through the flimsy seagrass 

Scattered on smooth seaweed fabric embellished with sand dollars, 

sea anemone glow like tiny dabs of luminous paint,  

tracing whispers of constellations of endless screams and silenced last words

Poem: To My Target Panic

Poem: To My Target Panic

I remember the first time I met you, the first Sunday of September. Before we met, archery was predictable; my routine was reliable. The weight of my quiver, the resistance of my string, the curve of my limbs, and Sunday morning practice, it was always the same. But...