Renovation
For the “Falling Leaves” Vocal Challenge
New-gold canopy,
breeze-drifted down, to cover
salamander’s beds.
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Hannah E. Aaron
Hello! I'm mostly a writer of fiction and poetry that tend to involve nature, family, and the idea of growth at the moment. Otherwise, I'm a reader, crafter, and full-time procrastinator!
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Cherry Willow Weeping
I’ve forgotten so much. I didn’t know as a child that I should have held on to the curves and turns and straight-aheads my parents drove to the homes you and your husband shared with us, with the rest of the church. The cabin your husband loved is only a glimpse of water the men fished on; a screened-in porch the youth occupied during dinner before the devotional began; the idea that there must have been trees all around. My mind has hacked the forest away, a lumberjack felling old growth only to abandon the trunks and branches for my neural pathways to decompose and reclaim. I can’t pick out which of the one-storeys past the park was the house you loved, the one where you hosted all the ladies and little me. The landmark I knew of was the weeping cherry willow my mom and I adored. It's probably gone—fallen or decayed or replaced—but I remember it, and look for it still.
By Hannah E. Aaron6 months ago in Poets
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I took my son and niece to Gori, a small town in Georgia where Joseph Stalin was born. They talked me into visiting the Stalin's Museum, the largest in the post-Soviet space. I had resisted going there because I just can't stand the monster and know enough about him, or so I thought.
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