The Moon Ghost by Asha Gowan

Love: I invoke her like a goddess tonight
as I weave by the window but the wind is hollowand my faith is a dream.[…]

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Sunflower Atmosphere by Sarah Grace Goolden

Why could I not have been born a sunflower?
I want to feel yellow and tall
With great, green wings
To carry me up so high all my problems are ants
That can hardly climb my stalk[…]

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After Manic Aftermath by Sarah Grace Goolden

and sometimes i’m soft, soft, soft
my mother pouring cream into dad’s black coffee
i keep the ribbons from birthday presents to wrap my hair up
but it’s too short because i keep cutting it[…]

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