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Aspen Gray

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I was born in Chile, raised in Utah, and I hope to someday write something worth reading. Be kind, seize the day, and love fearlessly.

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Wish upon a Robin’s call

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A Senior's Walk Home

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I love the "freezing sunshine" detail. Perhaps a few more details might make it even more vivid and personal, such as what made you walk home, what sorts of sights do you see as you are walking home, any particular...

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Ode To A Stray Cat On My Porch

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One of my favorite poems I've come across on this site. Fine work! I love that you saw a cat on your porch and felt a need to compose an ode to it. Clearly you have the mind of a...

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Worth It

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Love it. I love the examples of the women and how genuine you sound in your uplifting message. I left pretty much just grammar comments since you've done such a fine job with the content, message, and wording of your...

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Flizzennugget

"Flizzennugget" (noun): Someone who frequently forgets.

Example: "Oh dear, I'm such a flizzennugget!" Auntie Lucy exclaimed, shaking her head and hiding her face. "I left my passport in the airport!"

Other forms of the word: "flizzennuggetry" (the art of forgetfulness), "flizzennuggety" (adjective meaning frequently forgetful), and "Fizznut" (a playful slang word usually used to poke fun at friends- ex. "Don't be such a fizznut."

Perspective

With ginger hands, I pluck the shards
Of long-held pride amiss—
With shaking hands and eager heart
I pry my soul from this:

That this, my life, and those, my deeds,
Are but a little thing
A speck of dust, a fleck of lint
Upon the cosmic string

That though, my life, when day is done
Shall end—the world’s turning
Shall turn forevr’ and ever on!
And life go on without me.

Like embers in the flutt’ring fire
We glow, we ebb, we fade
And driven by our doubts, desire
Fleeting accolades.

Depart, o doubts, and fie, o fears!
For here stands one who knows
That limits lie, they are frontiers!
And failure’s self-imposed.

Birdsong

​Hummingbird

A ceaseless stream—a blaze—a blur
Shimmering shades of cerise and azure
Storming wings, slender throat, and flashing breast.
 
Zest unleashed,
think the breezes, mists, winds
Watching restless bird of light.
Briefly hovering—caressing the crimson crests of flowers
Such a breathless pause, blessed kiss, tender touch
Tinier tongue flicking, floating, darting, daring into ever sweeter nectar.
 
What a thrill!
the flowers whisper, shiver, blush
As soft petals do softer wingtips brush
 
Trill! Tremble! Trace the starving air with all the force of a tiny hurricane!
Thirst! Thrash! Thread the air with rhythmic dance!
Heartbeat thrumming—like thunder never pausing for breath.
 
Like a god,
murmur sparrows, ravens, crows
as shimmering vision comes and goes…

Beautiful

There is something I wish I could explain
Every time I see you—
but it would take too long, you see, so I shorten it to a word—
Beautiful.

“You are beautiful!” I sing, I smile, I shout!
for all to hear, especially yourself.

However, I don’t quite mean exactly what I say.
Like I said, it would take a long time to explain—
(And you know what a rush society’s in)

Because, my dear, when I say you are beautiful
I’m not talking about whether or not your features are perfectly symmetrical
I’m not talking about the proportion of your nose to your face
I’m not talking about the shade of your skin cells
I’m not talking about your musculature
    nor the style of your hair
    nor the shape of your eyes
    nor the size of your wrists
    nor the angle of your chin.

You see, beautiful
    to me
says nothing of...

Beautiful

There is something I wish I could explain
Every time I see you—
but it would take too long, you see, so I shorten it to a word—
Beautiful.

“You are beautiful!” I sing, I smile, I shout!
for all to hear, especially yourself.

However, I don’t quite mean exactly what I say.
Like I said, it would take a long time to explain—
(And you know what a rush society’s in)

Because, my dear, when I say you are beautiful
I’m not talking about whether or not your features are perfectly symmetrical
I’m not talking about the proportion of your nose to your face
I’m not talking about the shade of your skin cells
I’m not talking about your musculature
    nor the style of your hair
    nor the shape of your eyes
    nor the size of your wrists
    nor the angle of your chin.

You see, beautiful
    to me
says nothing of...

Speech Writing Competition 2016

I Am An Immigrant

I was born in Chile, land of my mother
     my mother’s mother
          my grandmother’s mother.

My blood runs thick with saltwater
descended from sailors and fishermen
The chimes of a hundred seagulls cry my spirit’s song
I sing with her voice in choirs and choirs, manjar-sweet and ocean-strong.

My father is American, the great-great-grandchild of immigrants
The amalgamation of pioneers and pilgrims.
The fire of a hundred spices from Italy to Spain
Boil his spirit and ignite my brain.

My auburn hair dances like salty-sea wind
My freckles fall sprayed across tawny skin
Generations of war and weddings
Shape my cheekbones, my cocoa-bean eyes, my wrists.

I am a Christian. I am an activist.
I am a citizen, a renegade, an analyst.
I am a genius, a warrior, a poet
I am an army of one, and I know it.

My race is not my reputation
I control my education
I won’t be silenced or...

Speech Writing Competition 2016

I Am An Immigrant

I was born in Chile, land of my mother
     my mother’s mother
          my grandmother’s mother.

My blood runs thick with saltwater
descended from sailors and fishermen
The chimes of a hundred seagulls cry my spirit’s song
I sing with her voice in choirs and choirs, manjar-sweet and ocean-strong.

My father is American, the great-great-grandchild of immigrants
The amalgamation of pioneers and pilgrims.
The mix of a hundred spices from Italy to Spain
Boil his spirit and ignite my brain, rapier-quick and steely-bright.

My auburn hair dances like salty-sea wind
My freckles fall sprayed across tawny skin
Generations of war and weddings
Shape my cheekbones, my cocoa-bean eyes, my wrists.

My father is a scientist.
My mother is a doctor.
I am an artist, philosopher, scholar.
I am an immigrant.

I am a Christian. I am an activist.
I am a citizen, a renegade, an analyst.
I am a genius, a warrior, a poet
I am...

10 Second Essays

Miracle

The opposite of fear is faith.
Like shadows on the wall, things seem worse at midnight than in the light of day.
Being feminine doesn't mean losing anything.
The highest form of flattery is listening.
Don't wait for the rain to fall. Dig a well.
There are two kinds of world views: everything is a miracle or nothing is.

Speech Writing Competition 2016

I Am An Immigrant

I am an immigrant.

I was born in Chile, land of my mother, my mother’s mother, my grandmother’s mother.
My blood runs thick with saltwater, descended from sailors and fishermen.
The chimes of a hundred seagulls from coasts to the islands
I sing with her voice in choirs and choirs, manjar-sweet and ocean-strong.

My father is American. He is the great-grandchild of immigrants
The amalgamation of European pioneers and pilgrims.
The mix of a hundred spices from Italy to Spain
Boil his spirit and ignite my brain.
I speak with his pride in classrooms and coteries, rapier-quick and steely-bright.

My father is a scientist.
My mother is a doctor.
I am an artist, philosopher, scholar.
I am an immigrant.

I am a teenage Latina American.
When I’m knocked to my knees, I get right back up again
I am a genius, a warrior, a poet
I am an army of one, and I know it.

I am a Christian.
I am an activist. ...

Speech Writing Competition 2016

I Am An Immigrant

I am an immigrant.

I was born in Chile, land of my mother, my mother’s mother, my grandmother’s mother.
My blood runs thick with saltwater, descended from sailors and fishermen.
The chimes of a hundred seagulls from coasts to the islands
I sing with her voice in choirs and choirs, manjar-sweet and ocean-strong.

My father is American. He is the great-grandchild of immigrants
The amalgamation of European pioneers and pilgrims.
The mix of a hundred spices from Italy to Spain
Boil his spirit and ignite my brain.
I speak with his pride in classrooms and coteries, rapier-quick and steely-bright.

My father is a scientist.
My mother is a doctor.
I am an artist, philosopher, scholar.
I am an immigrant.

I am a teenage Latina American.
When I’m knocked to my knees, I get right back up again
I am a genius, a warrior, a poet
I am an army of one, and I know it.

I am a Christian.
I am an activist. ...

WILD

He, She, and I

My heart was hidden, but she touched it.
My heart was dead, but she uplifted it.
My heart was incurable, but she resurrected it.
 
She was wild, but he broke her.
She was defiant, but he mastered her.
She was vibrant, but he numbed her.
 
He left her, but I found him.
He pleaded, but I silenced him.
He struggled, but I finished him.

Walking

No Going Back

It's nighttime. The streets lie silent and thick with snow. The curtains are shut, the doors locked, the chimneys empty of smoke. Even the moon is ashen, oozing yellow-white around curls of fog, gingerly avoiding the decay piled in the alleys. Not even a rat stirs.

In the heart of the soundless city, a slender figure glides across the main road. He moves steadily in a straight line, and even in the dim light, something seems off.

Slim neck arcs down from carved jawline, paper-white, disappearing beneath the edge of the youth's charcoal suit. Pale, delicate fingers are clasped behind his back. Starlight forms a silver halo on white-blond hair. His steps are soft and swift, sweeping over damp concrete with all the force of a shadow. Not a muscle hesitates, and with mechanical precision and a hunter's purpose, he slips through the streets. The only glimpse of his raging chaos inside is his eyes. Clear and electrifying blue, burning into...

Walking

No Going Back

It's nighttime. The streets lie silent and thick with snow. The curtains are shut, the doors locked, the chimneys empty of smoke. Even the moon is ashen, oozing yellow-white around curls of fog, gingerly avoiding the decay piled in the alleys. Not even a rat stirs.

In the heart of the soundless city, a slender figure glides across the main road. He moves steadily in a straight line, and even in the dim light, something seems off.

Slim neck arcs down from carved jawline, paper-white, disappearing beneath the edge of the youth's charcoal suit. Pale, delicate fingers are clasped behind his back. Starlight forms a silver halo on white-blond hair. His steps are soft and swift, sweeping over damp concrete with all the force of a shadow. Not a muscle hesitates, and with mechanical precision and a hunter's purpose, he slips through the streets. The only glimpse of his raging chaos inside is his eyes. Clear and electrifying blue, burning into...

Gray Area

Lies

Shattered, Dirty

Twisting, Tumbling, Tearing

Fog, Twilight, Dawn, Rock

Clearing, Steadying, Mending

Whole, Pure

Truth

WILD

He, She, and I

My heart was hidden, but she touched it.

My heart was dead, but she uplifted it.

My heart was incurable, but she resurrected it.

 

She was wild, but he broke her.

She was defiant, but he mastered her.

She was vibrant, but he numbed her.

 

He left her, but I found him.

He pleaded, but I silenced him.

He struggled, but I finished him.

 

But then she left me, too.

The Waterfall

“Quick,” yelled the boy over the drumming of the waterfall. His coat flapped a million directions, battered by the relentless wind and spray. “Pour it! Clancy—now or never! Pour it!”

Clancy stood a few feet away, unmoving. A small smile played across his thin lips.

The boy’s eyes widened. His shoulders sagged, and a shuddering breath escaped his frail frame. “…You’re not going to give it up, are you?”

The stout man shrugged. His brown eyes seemed to shimmer with glee, although his expression was apologetic, as he replied thoughtfully, “Well not really. Actually, no. You’re a smart lad, Jim, and you’ve learned quite a bit over the last few weeks. But there’s one lesson left for me to teach you. Careful who you trust, boy.” Clancy gave his black hat a tip-tap, and twirled on his heel with a wink, coattails flying.

Jim shook his head in disbelief. A rush of heat washed over him, and before he realized...

Fourth of July

I see shattered shards of color, flying into the sky, sparklers like stars.

I hear pops and hisses, the applause of fireworks, my family’s laughter.

I feel the heat of the sparklers on my fingers, the cool breeze on my skin.

I smell cotton-smoke, fire and freshly cut grass.

I taste seasoning on steak, a cold glass of root beer, a smile on my lips.

I know, despite myself, another summer’s dying.

Do You Remember?

Do you remember

The games we played? The secrets shared?

Do you remember

A friend you once knew? Time crumples, and

My memories fade, but life trails on and on.

Yet though it hurts, I ask you still

Do you remember?

Seasons

 

Four guests stayed at my house that night.

Uninvited, unexpected, self-appointed guests.

Quite a visit it was, but soon the guests took flight.

 

The first came in the morning, the sun was shining bright

She was delicate as a rose, but left, despite my requests.

Four guests stayed at my house that night.

 

The second came during lunch, so I hesitantly rose to invite--

Without heeding the door, a man strode in, brusque but full of jest.

Quite a visit it was, but soon the guests took flight.

 

The third one came through the back door

A sweet old sage, the woman was, frail but meek and blest.

Four guests stayed at my house that night.

 

The fourth came just before I had gone to rest, waiting near in sight

His breath was cold, his eyes were cruel, his stay longer than the rest.

Quite a visit it was, but soon the guests took flight....

10 Second Essays

Miracle

The opposite of fear is faith.

Like shadows on the wall, things seem worse at midnight than in the light of day.

Being feminine doesn't mean losing anything.

The highest form of flattery is listening.

Don't wait for the rain to fall. Dig a well.

Either everything is a miracle or nothing is. Take your pick.

Game of Cards (stageplay)

(The room is dark. The only light flickers from a cluster of tall candlesticks balanced on the low, long oval table. Around the table, five distinct figures sit on high-backed chairs. At the head of the table, HERMES, a sly-looking young man, holds a deck of cards. He deals them out to the other four: ATHENA, a stone-faced young woman, ZEUS, a spirited male, HADES, a restless, bipolar man, and POSEIDON, with his charismatic personality. Hermes slaps the final card down on the table.)

 

HERMES

Well, there are the hands. I hope Fortuna’s joined us this evening, eh? Before we get this game rolling, I just wanted to thank you for joining me tonight...

 

HADES

Get to the point!

 

HERMES

(Pretending to be offended.) Patience, uncle Hades. All good things in their time. Which brings me to the next order of business.

 

ATHENA

Explain yourself, Hermes.

 

HERMES

I’ll do that, preferably without any more interruptions,...

Sixty Seconds

BEGIN TRANSMISSION

[Tears glimmer on a woman’s dirty, bruised cheeks. She looks to be kneeling inside some tiny, metal compartment, looking into the camera, the faint blue lighting up her stricken features. The connection isn’t perfect; static occasionally ripples across the screen.]

Oh my gosh. This is happening.

I don’t even know how to start. I guess...goodbye. I never thought it would come to this. Anyway, I have to tell you..well, everything. Something. First: I love you. I’ve always loved you, and no matter what, I always will. And don’t blame yourself. It’s not your fault. Okay? Remember that.

I...I didn't make it onto the escape shuttle after we split up. It was just me, trying not to get caught inside that warship. They found me. One of them came at me with a needle, and next thing I knew, I woke up here. Strapped inside this bomb...oh, gosh, David, this is really happening, isn’t it? I just hope this message...

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