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In Grief
The day the grand piano was tuned, no one remained to play it. When the carpets were cleaned, not a soul walked the halls. The lonesome house was being scrubbed to make space for…
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Around the Literary World in a Year
A new year always brings with it pressure to come up with a resolution. Though setting goals often feels like a trend, I don’t like ignoring a clean slate. I don’t plan to do…
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l’automne
Your bookshelves are empty. Outside, the leaves fall. We’re waiting through The saddest autumn of all. Your piano is sleeping— Too great for my hands. Still, I will play ‘Til my heart understands. I…
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Owlhearted
I am owlhearted. I sing and then I rest On the highest shelf, on which I made a cozy nest. I am owlhearted. I slumber in the day. Fairies will come out at night,…
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Selfie at a Mirror
I’m learning to draw. It’s helped me a lot with my poetry and music. This is my first mirror self portrait. I’ll try again in a month. I’m happy with this, so I thought…
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Ink & Gold
I couldn’t put in ink a thought To justify the gold unfurled, As sleep began to settle on My precious, quiet world. No nature lover could have asked For her to stay awake. Living…
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Moonsong
The Moon began her lullaby Long before I was born. She sees nothing new on earth; Why do I fear her scorn? If she did not like me, She would still have to shine…
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Interlude: Autumn
I breathe. The scent of Dampened earth Is rising from the ground. It mingles with the Pungent smoke, A neighbor’s fireplace. My garden’s fading; Falling leaves Create the only sound. I settle down; October…
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Tuesday Morning’s Child
Snowy hills have piled; Whispering wind is heard. Only Tuesday morning’s child Makes out every word. Frosty window-glass, Snowy blankets grand. Which dark things have come to pass Upon this frigid land? Things the…
In Grief
The day the grand piano was tuned, no one remained to play it. When the carpets were cleaned, not a soul walked the halls. The lonesome house was being scrubbed to make space for…
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In Grief
The day the grand piano was tuned, no one remained to play it. When the carpets were cleaned, not a soul walked the halls. The lonesome house was being scrubbed to make space for…
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Around the Literary World in a Year
A new year always brings with it pressure to come up with a resolution. Though setting goals often feels like a trend, I don’t like ignoring a clean slate. I don’t plan to do…
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l’automne
Your bookshelves are empty. Outside, the leaves fall. We’re waiting through The saddest autumn of all. Your piano is sleeping— Too great for my hands. Still, I will play ‘Til my heart understands. I…
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Owlhearted
I am owlhearted. I sing and then I rest On the highest shelf, on which I made a cozy nest. I am owlhearted. I slumber in the day. Fairies will come out at night,…
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Selfie at a Mirror
I’m learning to draw. It’s helped me a lot with my poetry and music. This is my first mirror self portrait. I’ll try again in a month. I’m happy with this, so I thought…
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Ink & Gold
I couldn’t put in ink a thought To justify the gold unfurled, As sleep began to settle on My precious, quiet world. No nature lover could have asked For her to stay awake. Living…
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Moonsong
The Moon began her lullaby Long before I was born. She sees nothing new on earth; Why do I fear her scorn? If she did not like me, She would still have to shine…
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Interlude: Autumn
I breathe. The scent of Dampened earth Is rising from the ground. It mingles with the Pungent smoke, A neighbor’s fireplace. My garden’s fading; Falling leaves Create the only sound. I settle down; October…
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Tuesday Morning’s Child
Snowy hills have piled; Whispering wind is heard. Only Tuesday morning’s child Makes out every word. Frosty window-glass, Snowy blankets grand. Which dark things have come to pass Upon this frigid land? Things the…
Around the Literary World in a Year
A new year always brings with it pressure to come up with a resolution. Though setting goals often feels like a trend, I don’t like ignoring a clean slate. I don’t plan to do…
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In Grief
The day the grand piano was tuned, no one remained to play it. When the carpets were cleaned, not a soul walked the halls. The lonesome house was being scrubbed to make space for…
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Around the Literary World in a Year
A new year always brings with it pressure to come up with a resolution. Though setting goals often feels like a trend, I don’t like ignoring a clean slate. I don’t plan to do…
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l’automne
Your bookshelves are empty. Outside, the leaves fall. We’re waiting through The saddest autumn of all. Your piano is sleeping— Too great for my hands. Still, I will play ‘Til my heart understands. I…
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Owlhearted
I am owlhearted. I sing and then I rest On the highest shelf, on which I made a cozy nest. I am owlhearted. I slumber in the day. Fairies will come out at night,…
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Selfie at a Mirror
I’m learning to draw. It’s helped me a lot with my poetry and music. This is my first mirror self portrait. I’ll try again in a month. I’m happy with this, so I thought…
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Ink & Gold
I couldn’t put in ink a thought To justify the gold unfurled, As sleep began to settle on My precious, quiet world. No nature lover could have asked For her to stay awake. Living…
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Moonsong
The Moon began her lullaby Long before I was born. She sees nothing new on earth; Why do I fear her scorn? If she did not like me, She would still have to shine…
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Interlude: Autumn
I breathe. The scent of Dampened earth Is rising from the ground. It mingles with the Pungent smoke, A neighbor’s fireplace. My garden’s fading; Falling leaves Create the only sound. I settle down; October…
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Tuesday Morning’s Child
Snowy hills have piled; Whispering wind is heard. Only Tuesday morning’s child Makes out every word. Frosty window-glass, Snowy blankets grand. Which dark things have come to pass Upon this frigid land? Things the…
l’automne
Your bookshelves are empty. Outside, the leaves fall. We’re waiting through The saddest autumn of all. Your piano is sleeping— Too great for my hands. Still, I will play ‘Til my heart understands. I…
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In Grief
The day the grand piano was tuned, no one remained to play it. When the carpets were cleaned, not a soul walked the halls. The lonesome house was being scrubbed to make space for…
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Around the Literary World in a Year
A new year always brings with it pressure to come up with a resolution. Though setting goals often feels like a trend, I don’t like ignoring a clean slate. I don’t plan to do…
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l’automne
Your bookshelves are empty. Outside, the leaves fall. We’re waiting through The saddest autumn of all. Your piano is sleeping— Too great for my hands. Still, I will play ‘Til my heart understands. I…
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Owlhearted
I am owlhearted. I sing and then I rest On the highest shelf, on which I made a cozy nest. I am owlhearted. I slumber in the day. Fairies will come out at night,…
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Selfie at a Mirror
I’m learning to draw. It’s helped me a lot with my poetry and music. This is my first mirror self portrait. I’ll try again in a month. I’m happy with this, so I thought…
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Ink & Gold
I couldn’t put in ink a thought To justify the gold unfurled, As sleep began to settle on My precious, quiet world. No nature lover could have asked For her to stay awake. Living…
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Moonsong
The Moon began her lullaby Long before I was born. She sees nothing new on earth; Why do I fear her scorn? If she did not like me, She would still have to shine…
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Interlude: Autumn
I breathe. The scent of Dampened earth Is rising from the ground. It mingles with the Pungent smoke, A neighbor’s fireplace. My garden’s fading; Falling leaves Create the only sound. I settle down; October…
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Tuesday Morning’s Child
Snowy hills have piled; Whispering wind is heard. Only Tuesday morning’s child Makes out every word. Frosty window-glass, Snowy blankets grand. Which dark things have come to pass Upon this frigid land? Things the…
Owlhearted
I am owlhearted. I sing and then I rest On the highest shelf, on which I made a cozy nest. I am owlhearted. I slumber in the day. Fairies will come out at night,…
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In Grief
The day the grand piano was tuned, no one remained to play it. When the carpets were cleaned, not a soul walked the halls. The lonesome house was being scrubbed to make space for…
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Around the Literary World in a Year
A new year always brings with it pressure to come up with a resolution. Though setting goals often feels like a trend, I don’t like ignoring a clean slate. I don’t plan to do…
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l’automne
Your bookshelves are empty. Outside, the leaves fall. We’re waiting through The saddest autumn of all. Your piano is sleeping— Too great for my hands. Still, I will play ‘Til my heart understands. I…
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Owlhearted
I am owlhearted. I sing and then I rest On the highest shelf, on which I made a cozy nest. I am owlhearted. I slumber in the day. Fairies will come out at night,…
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Selfie at a Mirror
I’m learning to draw. It’s helped me a lot with my poetry and music. This is my first mirror self portrait. I’ll try again in a month. I’m happy with this, so I thought…
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Ink & Gold
I couldn’t put in ink a thought To justify the gold unfurled, As sleep began to settle on My precious, quiet world. No nature lover could have asked For her to stay awake. Living…
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Moonsong
The Moon began her lullaby Long before I was born. She sees nothing new on earth; Why do I fear her scorn? If she did not like me, She would still have to shine…
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Interlude: Autumn
I breathe. The scent of Dampened earth Is rising from the ground. It mingles with the Pungent smoke, A neighbor’s fireplace. My garden’s fading; Falling leaves Create the only sound. I settle down; October…
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Tuesday Morning’s Child
Snowy hills have piled; Whispering wind is heard. Only Tuesday morning’s child Makes out every word. Frosty window-glass, Snowy blankets grand. Which dark things have come to pass Upon this frigid land? Things the…
Selfie at a Mirror
I’m learning to draw. It’s helped me a lot with my poetry and music. This is my first mirror self portrait. I’ll try again in a month. I’m happy with this, so I thought…
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In Grief
The day the grand piano was tuned, no one remained to play it. When the carpets were cleaned, not a soul walked the halls. The lonesome house was being scrubbed to make space for…
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Around the Literary World in a Year
A new year always brings with it pressure to come up with a resolution. Though setting goals often feels like a trend, I don’t like ignoring a clean slate. I don’t plan to do…
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l’automne
Your bookshelves are empty. Outside, the leaves fall. We’re waiting through The saddest autumn of all. Your piano is sleeping— Too great for my hands. Still, I will play ‘Til my heart understands. I…
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Owlhearted
I am owlhearted. I sing and then I rest On the highest shelf, on which I made a cozy nest. I am owlhearted. I slumber in the day. Fairies will come out at night,…
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Selfie at a Mirror
I’m learning to draw. It’s helped me a lot with my poetry and music. This is my first mirror self portrait. I’ll try again in a month. I’m happy with this, so I thought…
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Ink & Gold
I couldn’t put in ink a thought To justify the gold unfurled, As sleep began to settle on My precious, quiet world. No nature lover could have asked For her to stay awake. Living…
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Moonsong
The Moon began her lullaby Long before I was born. She sees nothing new on earth; Why do I fear her scorn? If she did not like me, She would still have to shine…
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Interlude: Autumn
I breathe. The scent of Dampened earth Is rising from the ground. It mingles with the Pungent smoke, A neighbor’s fireplace. My garden’s fading; Falling leaves Create the only sound. I settle down; October…
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Tuesday Morning’s Child
Snowy hills have piled; Whispering wind is heard. Only Tuesday morning’s child Makes out every word. Frosty window-glass, Snowy blankets grand. Which dark things have come to pass Upon this frigid land? Things the…
Ink & Gold
I couldn’t put in ink a thought To justify the gold unfurled, As sleep began to settle on My precious, quiet world. No nature lover could have asked For her to stay awake. Living…
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In Grief
The day the grand piano was tuned, no one remained to play it. When the carpets were cleaned, not a soul walked the halls. The lonesome house was being scrubbed to make space for…
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Around the Literary World in a Year
A new year always brings with it pressure to come up with a resolution. Though setting goals often feels like a trend, I don’t like ignoring a clean slate. I don’t plan to do…
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l’automne
Your bookshelves are empty. Outside, the leaves fall. We’re waiting through The saddest autumn of all. Your piano is sleeping— Too great for my hands. Still, I will play ‘Til my heart understands. I…
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Owlhearted
I am owlhearted. I sing and then I rest On the highest shelf, on which I made a cozy nest. I am owlhearted. I slumber in the day. Fairies will come out at night,…
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Selfie at a Mirror
I’m learning to draw. It’s helped me a lot with my poetry and music. This is my first mirror self portrait. I’ll try again in a month. I’m happy with this, so I thought…
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Ink & Gold
I couldn’t put in ink a thought To justify the gold unfurled, As sleep began to settle on My precious, quiet world. No nature lover could have asked For her to stay awake. Living…
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Moonsong
The Moon began her lullaby Long before I was born. She sees nothing new on earth; Why do I fear her scorn? If she did not like me, She would still have to shine…
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Interlude: Autumn
I breathe. The scent of Dampened earth Is rising from the ground. It mingles with the Pungent smoke, A neighbor’s fireplace. My garden’s fading; Falling leaves Create the only sound. I settle down; October…
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Tuesday Morning’s Child
Snowy hills have piled; Whispering wind is heard. Only Tuesday morning’s child Makes out every word. Frosty window-glass, Snowy blankets grand. Which dark things have come to pass Upon this frigid land? Things the…
Moonsong
The Moon began her lullaby Long before I was born. She sees nothing new on earth; Why do I fear her scorn? If she did not like me, She would still have to shine…
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In Grief
The day the grand piano was tuned, no one remained to play it. When the carpets were cleaned, not a soul walked the halls. The lonesome house was being scrubbed to make space for…
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Around the Literary World in a Year
A new year always brings with it pressure to come up with a resolution. Though setting goals often feels like a trend, I don’t like ignoring a clean slate. I don’t plan to do…
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l’automne
Your bookshelves are empty. Outside, the leaves fall. We’re waiting through The saddest autumn of all. Your piano is sleeping— Too great for my hands. Still, I will play ‘Til my heart understands. I…
-
Owlhearted
I am owlhearted. I sing and then I rest On the highest shelf, on which I made a cozy nest. I am owlhearted. I slumber in the day. Fairies will come out at night,…
-
Selfie at a Mirror
I’m learning to draw. It’s helped me a lot with my poetry and music. This is my first mirror self portrait. I’ll try again in a month. I’m happy with this, so I thought…
-
Ink & Gold
I couldn’t put in ink a thought To justify the gold unfurled, As sleep began to settle on My precious, quiet world. No nature lover could have asked For her to stay awake. Living…
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Moonsong
The Moon began her lullaby Long before I was born. She sees nothing new on earth; Why do I fear her scorn? If she did not like me, She would still have to shine…
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Interlude: Autumn
I breathe. The scent of Dampened earth Is rising from the ground. It mingles with the Pungent smoke, A neighbor’s fireplace. My garden’s fading; Falling leaves Create the only sound. I settle down; October…
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Tuesday Morning’s Child
Snowy hills have piled; Whispering wind is heard. Only Tuesday morning’s child Makes out every word. Frosty window-glass, Snowy blankets grand. Which dark things have come to pass Upon this frigid land? Things the…
Interlude: Autumn
I breathe. The scent of Dampened earth Is rising from the ground. It mingles with the Pungent smoke, A neighbor’s fireplace. My garden’s fading; Falling leaves Create the only sound. I settle down; October…
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In Grief
The day the grand piano was tuned, no one remained to play it. When the carpets were cleaned, not a soul walked the halls. The lonesome house was being scrubbed to make space for…
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Around the Literary World in a Year
A new year always brings with it pressure to come up with a resolution. Though setting goals often feels like a trend, I don’t like ignoring a clean slate. I don’t plan to do…
-
l’automne
Your bookshelves are empty. Outside, the leaves fall. We’re waiting through The saddest autumn of all. Your piano is sleeping— Too great for my hands. Still, I will play ‘Til my heart understands. I…
-
Owlhearted
I am owlhearted. I sing and then I rest On the highest shelf, on which I made a cozy nest. I am owlhearted. I slumber in the day. Fairies will come out at night,…
-
Selfie at a Mirror
I’m learning to draw. It’s helped me a lot with my poetry and music. This is my first mirror self portrait. I’ll try again in a month. I’m happy with this, so I thought…
-
Ink & Gold
I couldn’t put in ink a thought To justify the gold unfurled, As sleep began to settle on My precious, quiet world. No nature lover could have asked For her to stay awake. Living…
-
Moonsong
The Moon began her lullaby Long before I was born. She sees nothing new on earth; Why do I fear her scorn? If she did not like me, She would still have to shine…
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Interlude: Autumn
I breathe. The scent of Dampened earth Is rising from the ground. It mingles with the Pungent smoke, A neighbor’s fireplace. My garden’s fading; Falling leaves Create the only sound. I settle down; October…
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Tuesday Morning’s Child
Snowy hills have piled; Whispering wind is heard. Only Tuesday morning’s child Makes out every word. Frosty window-glass, Snowy blankets grand. Which dark things have come to pass Upon this frigid land? Things the…
Tuesday Morning’s Child
Snowy hills have piled; Whispering wind is heard. Only Tuesday morning’s child Makes out every word. Frosty window-glass, Snowy blankets grand. Which dark things have come to pass Upon this frigid land? Things the…
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Mariella Hunt 