Tag: avant-garde poetry
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The Ritual of Our Chaos: An Ode to Holiday Family Traditions
Holiday traditions arrive like ghosts in ugly sweaters—uninvited yet expected, familiar yet strange. The table is an arena, the gifts are wrapped illusions, and laughter escapes like steam from a too-hot dish. We gather, we feast, we pretend the past hasn’t stained the cranberry sauce. And as the night ends, we lie: “We should do…
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The Odyssey of My Wayward Umbrella
I am the seeker, the loser of things, And my umbrella, Once a shield of storms, Has betrayed me, Gone rogue, slipped from my grasp. It is not my fingers it desires anymore, But the wild breath of the wind.

