joshua-hernandezWhisper

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City walkwe walk beneath the weight of the outside / birds sing in tune with the collective / & trees reveal their 50-year-old whispers

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Mar 31, 2021

Streetlights & Saturndad grills carne asada as he always has since the beginning / his golden retriever gazes out beyond space and time / the sky forgets to turn blue, the Sun takes a breath

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Sep 18, 2019

Dry SoilBamboo spine / bones and all, / stand tall

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Aug 18, 2018

Walking StickNeatly coating the floor in thin white trails, woven into floorboards like cotton twine, sunbeams snake their way across hardwood. / Books scream to be read & my yellowed pages ache to detail my experience as a widowed reader of time. / Magazines pile, while my simple hands grow a day older.

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Nov 18, 2017

Truest Form"Dreams are foreign and uncomfortable. The common dreamworld never quite mimics life in its truest form." / I flew over snowy mountain peaks on my way to Amsterdam, dreaming of existing in *my* truest form. My layover in Reykjavik was only three hours long, & I was traveling alone. Three hours is just enough time to worry about getting lost & I pondered what it would be like to let go. / My trip would take me to Amsterdam, then London. I would find myself in Amsterdam again by day 10. I chose to ignore the loneliness by drinking a pint of Belgian beer in a bar that was much too small and enveloped in tobacco smoke.

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Nov 11, 2017

WatermelonAs a baby, he'd eat watermelon like it was his last supper. / Mom always said he'd eat a whole watermelon if she'd let him. / He was a happy baby, she'd say. Always had a smile on his face like he knew the answer to happiness.

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Nov 11, 2017

Dirty Martini* * * / Absorbing dust and Golden heat, / living more openly than I do,

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Nov 11, 2017

HeavyUnderwater we became / something in space, / a whisper unheard,

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Sep 19, 2014

[mermaid]I have fallen / I won't be there / to break the waves,

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Sep 18, 2014

Superficial SunIn these moments she shatters her past like glass. Today she is miles from her visions of grandeur and grandmas home cooking. But, beneath the shade of her plastic sun, she chars her soul with self-doubt. Some would say she is more honest now, truer than she ever was before.

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Sep 17, 2014

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