The Few, the Micro Poems of July

As Tacoma finally settled into it’s summer-self this July, I found myself busier than ever. Between moving, leaving the Army, and visiting with family from across the ocean,  I only managed to jot down a few lines of poetry (and I’ll honest here, I’ve been devouring books and coloring to my little heart’s content). But life is rich this summer, and I’m hesitant to limit myself to any one endeavor or hobby. Instead, I intend to build as many experiences as I can during this blissfully free time in my life. I will follow all trails.

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Lastly, despite the loss my family recently experienced, I’ve also never felt more surrounded by the goodness of friends and loved ones. I hope these poems reflect that, and I hope you enjoy them, too. Happy reading, everyone.

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My mother’s voice cracks
Her sorrow tangible
As the egg shells
Slipping from my hand.
Our family breaks open
With the sound of a gunshot
Over breakfast

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Full belly, rounded
And soft as summer grass
My niece looks up
Filling me

Easing my hunger

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What madness grows here?
Pushing through crumbling pavement
Until it bursts,
This, a gang of puckered,
Purple blossoms

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The pop crunch of orange
Hits my tongue
Disappears into mouth cave
Where the twang
Of cold, baby carrots
Crackles in the dark

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Rainbow selection
My fingers aching to touch
Each colored pencil
In Crayola happiness
Every stroke
Coloring me back in

Micro Poems: June Swells

This June marked an important turning point in my life. Besides leaving the Army (woohoo!), I decided I need a few months of travel, reflection, and focus on creative endeavors before I settle down into a new profession sometime next year. The micro poems below were all written over the last month, and some reflect the anticipation I’ve been feeling about all the changes in my life. I hope you enjoy them.

So so I forget, sometimes
Push a small promise sideways
While searching for gold

I’ll always remember the red, though
Lips and wine blushing
Tasting

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Sugared macaron
Savored while watching sunrise
Hungry for release

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Watch the blue jay
Rattle through manicured bushes
Chaos in the hedge

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Micro Poems: No More Hiatus

In an effort to recover the creative-writing-good-joojoo-vibes that have recently gone missing from my daily life, and also to remind myself that I used to write much more frequently, I’ve compiled the few micro poems that I managed to scribble down over the last few months. I hope you enjoy these little ditties, my friends, and forgive me that run-on sentence. Happy reading.

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In the darkness
Museum becomes a vessel

Shimmering, propelling me
Upward and out

Into the moonlight

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Oil from pressed garlic
Spills down thumb, drops into palm
The heated taste of guilt

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