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A Mostly True Ghost Story- Arkadia Valkr
#poetry#poets on tumblr#queer author#pagan#paranormal#tag fun facts time!#i was so mad at my mother for having another child at her age#she was 45 and already had health complications#but i love my sister so much now and i wouldn't change anything about how it happened#and the song reference is actually her name#Bri short for Brielle#like the Sky Sailing song haha#funny that it's a pretty sad song#and yes this was a real (though slightly exaggerated) thing that i perceived to have happened and it was super creepy at the time
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First Kiss- Arkadia Valkr
#queer poetry#poets on tumblr#queer#bisexual#lesbian#poetry#posting as a photoset because Tumblr's text post formatting is so frustrating#tag fun facts!#the woman in this poem has been my best friend for about 13 years now#we were about 20 when this poem happened I think
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Bonsai
My kindness is a pine bonsai
Each branch shaped with wire and time
The resin sticks to your hands
and the scent lingers for days
Entwined in its roots is a shard of obsidian
A core forged in fire and cured in cold stone
A center of sharpness, hardness, darkness
It is both the seed and the anchor
All that existed was my obsidian heart
Buried in dark soil and good intentions
To grow something beautiful here
Has been my greatest undertaking
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Well Water
Cattle lowing
Irate at the indignity of Vaccine Day
Myself, age 9, scampering over tall metal fences
Calling out tag numbers as they pass into the chute
To my grandpa, leaning casually on the gate
Scratching them in his green log book
The sun, harsh and loving
I've forgotten to wear sunscreen
Hot dust and the smell of livestock in my nose
I'm being helpful and don't notice
When it's done we sit in the shade
Wrench the heavy metal well pump
Drawing earthy water from the darkness
My reward, finally
It sparkles
So cold and sweet
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Inheritance
Once as a child I ran away from home.
In my Elmo backpack I had one bottle of water,
some white bread and American cheese.
My mom laughed,
allowed me to walk some distance
down the fresh-paved gravel road.
The laugh wasn't cheerful.
It sounded like sorrow.
"Silly thing," she must have thought.
"Don't you know I've tried?"
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glitter jar
purple-gold storm caught in a bottle
swirling and falling
like rolling dust clouds
just watch
this will pass
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