Sam Eliza Green
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Writer, wanderer, wild at heart. Sagas, poems, novels. Stay a while. There’s a place for you here.
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The Key Between Stranger Realms - Day Five
On this ordinary morning, a mother and her toddler chase each other around the grassy field whose shade has become my comfort these days when the heat is greedy. They wear fruit themed outfits: one strawberry and a little lemon. As the toddler runs toward me in my respite, threatening to cross the imaginary boundary of the overhanging palo verde’s shadow, the mother calls, “Don’t bother strangers, love,” to her son.
By Sam Eliza Greenabout a year ago in Poets
Geri Doran Writes Love Letters to Nature
What are we? What are we not? Geri Doran inspects the complexity of human existence, our relation and contradictions to nature, and the point where it all converges, like a crashing wave rolling to shore, in her poem All We Are Not.
By Sam Eliza Greenabout a year ago in Poets
The Key Between Stranger Realms - Day Four
On this ordinary morning, there is one peculiarity. I swap my usual cup of espresso for a smoothie because I haven’t been sleeping well lately. I’m eager this’ll help. At the smoothie shack, a man just departing holds the door open for me. On his wrist, hangs a macrame bag full of various knickknacks.
By Sam Eliza Greenabout a year ago in Poets
Three Poems with Captivating Vocabulary
It is usually in my moments of deepest isolation, feeling desperate for some sort of connection that I turn to poetry. A thoughtful poet takes their beating heart and drops it on the page. And a remarkable poet makes you feel like you are there with them, watching the blankness soak in everything until it becomes a story. When starved for something that feels absolutely real, it is often clever, exciting vocabulary that pulls me in.
By Sam Eliza Greenabout a year ago in Poets
The Key Between Stranger Realms - Day Three
On this ordinary morning, 110°F, I’m lost in traffic, daydreaming about swimming in the ocean. A young woman straddles her Schwinn bicycle at the crosswalk nearby. Her appearance is entirely uncoordinated—hyacinth high-tops, striped cargo pants, a black and crimson baseball jersey, and a floral bucket hat. Despite her general disarray, she harbors a determined look on her face. With purpose and the little flashing man, she coasts by, catches my eyes through the windshield.
By Sam Eliza Greenabout a year ago in Poets
The Key Between Stranger Realms - Day Two
On this ordinary morning, after gulping an ice-cold cup of energy, I spot a cautious stranger waiting to cross the street with his best friend: a short-haired dog with stripes on her coat and a gaping grin that could earn a pup-cup from the generous barista around the corner.
By Sam Eliza Greenabout a year ago in Poets
Mon Rovîa Teaches Us How To Be Still
A song is worth the listen if it has an emotional impact; The music gets you going, out of a funk, or pulls you into another world entirely. Perhaps that’s why we make playlists of songs with similar vibes: to recreate a specific mood with music. Sometimes, a snappy beat is enough to hook a listener's attention, and it can often be angelic vocals that keep pulling you in.
By Sam Eliza Greenabout a year ago in Beat
