crushed by childhood palms
crackled like crickets unbound
sprinkled top mud cakes
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Oneg In The Arctic
A queer storyteller and poet of arctic adventures, good food, identity, mental health, and more.
Co-founder of Queer Vocal Voices
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A Destination Needs A Dreamer
Gatlin heard the violin every evening on the commute back from work. Wending between warm rushing bodies on the subway, eyes forward, bag clasped protectively at her side, she drank it in at the same time as she didn't slow. It was probably the best part of her day. The shivering strains crescendoed and collapsed, tugging at something in her core. She'd never seen the violinist, but whoever he was, he was clearly a master, clearly professionally trained. The music always seemed to be coming from somewhere further down the track, around a bend, just out of eyeshot. She'd come to think fancifully that it was something only she could hear. She’d come to think of it as her future, calling.
By Raistlin Allen2 days ago in Fiction
Comments (7)
This is such a good Hiku Oneg! How it describes the environment through the act of a child playing with what is available to them (mud and crunchy leaves) INSPIRED!
Cute as Hell. :3
I love this! Nice take on the challenge,
Delightful! Hope you place; so unique! Loved it.
Love the last tasty image Oneg! 😊 Hope you have been going well. 👍
ha! a childhood delicacy 💙
Adorable