Brooke Farrar

Joined June 2021

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Inspired by Lemony Snicket, who kindled a flame in my childish mind, and I am constantly in awe of Douglas Adams' ability to gather seemingly ordinary words into a confusing bouquet of inspiration and hilarity.

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Conversations with self
My anxiety is through the roof. The truth — Be damned ! Unplanned scrolling doling out unnecessary feelings I’m dealing
By Brooke Farrar7 months ago in Poets
Cold Thoughts While Our Plane
I watched light sluice the whalebone ceiling of the Boeing 737 as shards of ice slice through freezing rivers, colder than the air temperature projected for our flight
By Brooke Farrarabout a year ago in Poets
Morning Song
My fingers are full of music and the backyard with inspiration blowing respite from hazy summer beats. Boring birds sing hallelujah
By Brooke Farrar2 years ago in Poets
The Totem
An owl flew into my car when I was driving home yesterday. It was dark, and I was surprised. It was only a graze (I think that helped),
By Brooke Farrar2 years ago in Poets
Glorious Rising
Another day to rise and begin again. The weights of when, and what if, and why carried like crosses down a martyr’s lane.
By Brooke Farrar2 years ago in Poets
The Fourth Chair
Your table is a simple thing: it’s made of plain, unfinished wood and only holds room for four, but though the object itself is unspectacular, you’ve poured your heart out on it to care for those who matter the most.
By Brooke Farrar2 years ago in Fiction
You Can Bet On It
I’ve held you closer than a handful of bad cards drawn, with the house edge. I’d put money on losing my sanity to a gambler’s dream —
By Brooke Farrar2 years ago in Poets
How do I unlearn the worship of a man?
How do I keep my hands from shaking – like an overeager pet – when they at last notice their master's marked gaze after walking softly through
By Brooke Farrar2 years ago in Poets
How Do I learn to Let Go?
How do I keep my hands from shaking – like an overeager pet – when they at last notice their master gazing at them after walking softly through
By Brooke Farrar3 years ago in Poets
The Forces Cry Out
Howling with rage together, as if to say- We will have our peace.
By Brooke Farrar3 years ago in Poets
Reverence
Red breasted house finches punctuate the dark stained pavement only a few steps beyond my back porch, bowing copper dusted heads
By Brooke Farrar3 years ago in Poets
The Storm
Thunderous drum claps Shatter cerulean mirrors- Cloud bursts rolling by.
By Brooke Farrar3 years ago in Poets

Brooke Farrar

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Conversations with self

Cold Thoughts While Our Plane

Morning Song

The Totem

Glorious Rising

The Fourth Chair

You Can Bet On It

How do I unlearn the worship of a man?

How Do I learn to Let Go?

The Forces Cry Out

Reverence

The Storm

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