Tag: poetry
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Sweaters, Static, and Almost
The first thing Claire noticed about fall that year was the smell. Not just pumpkin spice drifting from café doors or apple cider simmering in crockpots at church gatherings but the sharper scent beneath it all. The scent of change. Crisp leaves cracking under boots. Cold air settling into the spaces between breaths. The kind…
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Post cards I never sent
The town leaned toward the water, like it was listening. Evergreen trees crowded the edges of everything. They stood patient and dark. Their needles caught the rain that never quite decided to fall all at once. The ferry horn sounded some mornings, low and tired, as if even it needed coffee first. I bought postcards…
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Loving a City That Loved Me Back Differently
London was never just a place to me. It was a season. A relationship. A promise I believed in longer than I should have. I arrived hopeful, carrying the kind of optimism that only exists when you think starting over will fix everything. The city welcomed me in its own way gray skies, hurried streets,…
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The meaning I carried…
My name is Ashley. For most of my life, I carried it without questioning where it came from or what it meant. It was simply mine spoken by family, written on papers, called across rooms. As I grew older, though, I began to wonder about the deeper story behind it. Names often hold quiet meanings,…
Quiet Harbor Writing 