Most of the Time [poem]

By Corissa Haury A short poem about writing indoors. Corissa HauryRidiculous, curious, most likely delirious. I love a great story, whether it comes in the form of words or visual stimuli. I believe everyone has a story to tell, and I love to share mine. Please feel free to read along, comment, share your own stories, or send me a message via the contact page. Thanks for your time reading my words. http://writing.corissahaury.com

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Two Perceptions [poem]

By Corissa Haury Two perceptions divulged in a wood: A train-track running in both directions,  A tunnel in darkness thick as smoke. Two perceptions divulged in a wood: A pill-drenched mind on introspections, A hollow echo when deep heart spoke. / Two perceptions divulged in a wood: A call to love what has come before; A query to look ahead through philos. Two perceptions divulged in a wood: An empty place in a human corps, While mistakes slip by, regretted in gross. \ Two perceptions divulged in a wood: Why take one? I took them both. Corissa HauryRidiculous, curious, most likely delirious. I love a great story, whether it comes in […]

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Melancholy Casco Bay [poem]

Melancholy Casco Bay  by Corissa Haury melancholy casco bay in summer rainy in deep green summertime landscapes edged with lustrous leaves and rich, thick underbrush dripping, dancing with the soaking breezes, bright birds sing to each other, flit brush to branch the sea crashes on the rocks of the islands seawalls battered like sieged stone castles on the edge of the wide ocean on the edge of power and chaos waves dip and challenge barges and boats alike blue gray clouds linger over ghostly white hulls in the bay water and sky mingle in quiet patterns as the mists overtake hundreds […]

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When the Sage Burns

by Corissa Haury when the sage burns to ash and the rich embers that shone grey-green and red-hot turn white and black and soft— like the feather of a dove that you found upon the ground one day when you were young; and the world was soft as that feather, soft as that ash of sage, soft as that green smoky smell which fills your nostrils even as the fire dies Corissa HauryRidiculous, curious, most likely delirious. I love a great story, whether it comes in the form of words or visual stimuli. I believe everyone has a story to tell, and […]

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You

You by c. e. poley       I want              to rip                 the world                                 — in two,      And travel            far away         with you: I want to tear    a   p   a   r    t       the TOWN,      and lose my twice-lost heart to sound: Without the  w      l     […]

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the cetacean

The Cetacean by C. E. Poley   the cetacean is mighty. he slumbers: in the deep. he rides: the crests of waves. he swallows: tiny creatures by the thousands. oceans are within his belly he reaches: the sky stretches. he pushes: the water shifts. his blood is warm as the sea is cold around him. Corissa HauryRidiculous, curious, most likely delirious. I love a great story, whether it comes in the form of words or visual stimuli. I believe everyone has a story to tell, and I love to share mine. Please feel free to read along, comment, share your own stories, […]

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Strength

By Corissa E. Poley   It is strength to cry. It is strength to hold back tears.   It is strength to wonder why, And carry on for years.   It is strength to see your weaknesses, It is strength to see your heart;   It is strength to hold a child’s hand When the world falls apart.   It is strength to say hello, It is strength to say goodbye;   It is strength to hold back all your tears, And it is strength to cry.   Corissa HauryRidiculous, curious, most likely delirious. I love a great story, whether […]

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