Louise

Joined July 2022

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A Nashville native turned New Yorker who writes about AI, data science, and all things tech by day and explores deep emotion, humor, and fantasy worlds by night.

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Seaglass
I've kneeled before the odds, sucking for air in space, praying that my kindness is the cure-all, drinking from empty canteens,
By Louise about a year ago in Poets
The Blueness of Summer
my tender cache wine in our indigo veins remember the Seine?
By Louise 3 years ago in Poets
The Saved
Introduction 25.3.3675, 13:00, Earth. Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say — unless that scream is the collective cry of all of mankind. It turns out there is no louder sound than the reverberating echo of almost every intricate love, dream, and passion that has ever existed being scattered into the star dust by an undetectable weapon of an unknown enemy approximately nine-hundred light years away. So, someone heard, and more importantly we have received word that this someone is also on the way to save some of us. Who will be the ones plucked out of these ashes? Who will be the Saved?
By Louise 3 years ago in Fiction
Sycamore Sinner
Lost in the mirror, my gaze settles on the dark shadows that rest atop my cheekbones, stubborn neighbors to my nose. I allow my lips to part, softly whispering, singing to my reflection.
By Louise 4 years ago in Poets
New York, New York
New York City is: incense and horse shit, burnt hot dogs and hollow dreams, incessant pondering and pandering, never-ending delegating and debating,
By Louise 4 years ago in Poets
Sticky Southern Sap
I find sweet tea glasses scattered from yesterday's porch party, blackberry facepaint dried in baby hairs curled by summer sweat,
By Louise 4 years ago in Poets
Hurry Up
Sent at 1:30 PM ET: “Look... the scientists tell us the world is ending so would it kill you to text me back a little faster
By Louise 4 years ago in Poets
Guys Like Glitter
She is everything that I couldn’t be She is soft and sweet sugar stirred into your morning tea She is passive with her speech
By Louise 4 years ago in Poets
Ripe Apricots
I crave validation like a stone fruit’s juice Even though I hate the trepidation of waiting on texts from you So pretty, so soft, in your flattery again I’ve been lost
By Louise 4 years ago in Poets
Rose Bush Reality
You will take your journey home, as you always do, but today you will meet something along the way that will cause anger and frustration. You will meet a sign that simply signifies a bridge closing. Unable to see what lies ahead, and vexed by what has stopped your intended path, you now must choose a different way home due to the inconvenience. In life we continually struggle, meeting encumbrances leading us astray from what we call home. Each pause in our journey we face causes us pain, and most of the time we do not have the capability to see the purpose of it.
By Louise 4 years ago in Motivation

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Seaglass

The Blueness of Summer

The Saved

Sycamore Sinner

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Sticky Southern Sap

Hurry Up

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Ripe Apricots

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