A friendship sweeter than all the apples we’ve never picked and stronger than most I always miss, when I’m away The days with you And nothing to do
September 25, 2011
by Hannah Color
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Month: September 2011
September 25, 2011
by Hannah Color
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Two short blips about the sense of touch
Losing contact Sometimes I imagine the lost city of Atlantis is alive in your touch. The area rug is heated and gritty just like our conversation. As the sting of my handRunning acrossMatches the sting in my heart
September 23, 2011
by Hannah Color
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Last Night
I had a dream that we were on a trip, or in a boarding school together. We had been sharing a bed. There was something about hooped earrings I had that were studded with diamonds. I left them hanging on … Continue reading
September 23, 2011
by Hannah Color
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A Poem
Most things will fade diligently to the wrinkled memories of time, except. Surprisingly orange A soft giggle And the death of blue
September 22, 2011
by Hannah Color
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That’s a nice scarf you have there, Oreo.
Today my day turned out really well…even though I didn’t get a chance (again!) to read anything in creative writing, but at least this time it was because of the way the class was set up not because my teacher … Continue reading