Like Grass

Twenty-four years is longer than I thought I’d make it. Childhood was perpetual numbness, panic attacks, suicidality, and fleeting euphoria that joined me in a covalent bond. But the numbness always returned, and as new negative energy entered the...

I Couldn't Help Myself

I wade in the water just fine, scrunching my toes in the sand while seashells cut the soles of my feet as the waves ebb and flow, ebb and flow. The salty breeze dances around my face and billows my shirt as the sound of an unseen seagull gawks. I...

wading

I want to sit
In the middle of the woods,
No sound of a train
Or rush of traffic
Or tower peaking over the horizon.
No sign of civilization
For as far as the eye can see.

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An Ode to O

I received an Honorable Mention for my poem, "An Ode to O," in the 2024 A. R. Ammons Poetry Contest. It was published in a print edition for the Division V winners.

Olivia D'Angelo

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