Plastic flowers: A poem

Hannah Cooper/Senior Staff

I like flowers and sunshine and sweet satin dresses, I like blue skies and ocean tides and the seashore it blesses. Poetics of summertime fill sweet in my chest Of hilltops and valleys and blooms which they dressed, And I’m wondering now if these words do sound Like a collection
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space station

Space: A poem

dear you i have escaped the gravity of our world the thrusters are no longer firing i depend on the word of other men who linger in dark rooms twirling pencils atop arcane calculations watching my ship ascend to the stars   there is no seattle in space vacant skies
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Effusion: A poem

it’s when eyes sting, that pen takes to paper, that strength and solidity, they taper / that I swallow a sound, and keep a stoic tongue
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Illustration of a car speeding down a freeway at night, with the moon in the background

Down the 210: A poem

Driving down the 210 tastes bittersweet when the moon takes the stage,
and the stars are floating, hanging on invisible strings like puppets,
peppering the dark universe with false semblance of light and hope.
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Reading Life Closely

My “alternative” teenage eyes roll so hard they almost cut a sunroof into the car. For many former edgy high schoolers, this likely brings back memories.
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