memories
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Landay 2 By Vivi Sojorhn It smells like Aunt Sissy’s store, my childhood, my learning beauty From different eyes that still looked like all the Hankerson women. I am not explaining it well, I know. But sinking into Memory takes me to the curiosity of my childhood mind Read more
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SRPTEMBER FREEFORM Tattoos of Place In the ink of my memory, Los Angeles sprawls, Sunset poluted red, where palm trees stand black against it, A canvas of dreams, where the deep teal ocean meets sky, My favorite gardens climbing the hills, orange poppies, and magenta bougainvillea, Fig trees, pomegranates, palms along the streets. Cats mouse Read more
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LANDAY FOR AUGUST In the garden’s stillness,my parents each whisper of forgiveness,My roots forgotten there are memories I’d plant in a poison pot The sunflower stands tall,waiting for its moment to bloom,like hopes held in smoke and paint-stained hands. Amidst the weeds, I pull,each tug a release, a letting go,while seasons shift and faded flowers Read more
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LANDAYS FOR AUGUST Empty streets where their names fade,Ghosts of laughter, memories once laid. Once alive with vibrant sounds,now just silence and empty grounds. Fading signs and our crumbling walls,whispers of life’s inner curfew calls. Where the flowing river danced with light,Now that sun set? A new moon swallows night. Maps erased, a vacant space,Seizures Read more
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