Tarah Walsh
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A Spell for Letting Go
A spell to burn, in the ashes— sanctuary. Continue reading
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Dead Flames
The curse of loneliness is that I like it. It carries me to worlds unnamed– Until I see nothing, but memories untamed. Continue reading
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Mirrors
My mirror is a funny thing, reflecting back every sin Prisms held my mind, reflections bent to serve The curve of glass— a glance reveal— many selves, set to blur I slipped up once— staring deep— Continue reading
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Seven Ways to Start a Story
Every story begins with an opening line. I tried: “It’s going to rain tonight.” And seven worlds tumbled out. Some stayed small. Some went strange. But all of them came from the same rain cloud. Continue reading
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Hummingbird
Where do you go when empty blooms sway? Ruby throats flash in green limbs– when I lean close, time ripples away. Wings beat in my mind– when I wake, silence hums. Continue reading
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Night Hour
Blink for me lightning bug. Sing for me cricket legs. Soar for me winged bat. I am merely human and cannot be what you are so freely. I ask of you— though I have no claim— be my soul guide… Continue reading
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Mourning Showers
Today— the mourning doves were not mourning anything. They arrived on hushed wings— Summoning the dawn with chatter and song. Continue reading
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Pressing Play On You
Lost you once Think about you still The shadows Of my longing A certain kind of thrill Keep you close Even though you’re Gone [Chorus] So I’m Pressing play on you (pressing play, pressing play) Oooohhoooohhhh That’s the only thing… Continue reading
