Typed words on a cracked screen passing between clammy hands, Words, feelings, emotions, don’t all make it across the gap- Lost into the abyss of air between them Some things are lost in translation. But squeals of laughter running through butterflied gardens are clear, Smiles spent in summer air against a backdrop of endless days, … Continue reading Lost In Translation
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Continuation of a story
This is the end of the untilted experimental introduction and the following chapter. I met the cart where the path met the gravel in front of the house, just in time for my father to jump down and bring me into his arms. I breathed in his familiar smell and brushed my nose against … Continue reading Continuation of a story
Alicia Jones Poetry 