Old Houses by Marit Faugstad What memories do long-lived houses hold? Each fallen beam, each dripping, sagging eave Remembers vibrant years long gone, and grieves Upon the rotting boards, the choking vines, the mold. What passing ages did the glass behold? What sounds once filled […]
Autumn Leaves by Greta Faugstad The green leaves of summer must take their final bow,giving up the stage for the vibrant, warm colors of autumn leaves.Spinning and whirling on their delicate toes,the ballerinas of nature tease the frost-bitten ground,which is eager to clothe its barrenness […]
Heavy rain falls against my skin. I can’t feel much else. My cat stares at me through the window curiously. She doesn’t understand. Would she ever understand? It’s been three years since you’ve passed, and I still can’t fathom the fact that you don’t get […]
Could you write me a poem? A short one, please. Of course! Here’s a short poem for you: The sky whispers low, As the soft winds blow, Time drifts like a dream, Through moments unseen. Why do you like to write about dreams so much? […]
Deep darkness encompassed, encroached, and enforced its power upon the landscape and all who dwell there. Engulfing the sidewalk, road, hillsides, and city, the tenebrific night left nothing untouched. It smothered the branching trees and harnessed the endless sky. The condescending darkness weighed down on […]
Crunch… Crunch… Crunch was the only sound I heard as I tramped through the woods. It was a quiet day, but that was okay, it left me time to think. Fall was the best time to go on a hike and this specific hike reminded […]
Always running, always rushing Never enough, never enough Always one thing, always another Always a task, always a reason To be running, to be rushing Always a class, always an assignment Always studying, always working Always wanted, always needed But there’s never enough Never enough […]
mi cuerpo está contaminado como los ríos y los bosques como las guerras y el aire mi cuerpo está contaminado mis brazos están contaminados quiero bañarme hasta todo a que mi piel se enrojezca y tu contaminación no es como la de las serpientes quiero […]
Come Lord Jesus, be our gue- wait, no that’s meal time… Now I lay me down to- is that too childish? Should I be past impersonal memorized prayers? I mean, I feel like everyone just talks now. I should be praying like everyone else… Heyyyy […]
It’s no wonder Taylor Swift’s The Tortured Poets Department resonates with a writer like me. For years, faithful Swifties have been acknowledging Taylor Swift as a poet. Lyrics from her two pandemic albums, Folklore and Evermore, captivated not just her usual audience but many sworn-never-to-become-Swifties, […]