Degrees of Perfection 

Rowing on the Charles.   By ABIGAIL KOERNER  I want to remember this moment forever: the sun setting over water like melting icecream dripping down the side of the perfect cone. It is so sweet to be here as the wind blows through the tiny hairs abandoned by my ponytail holder and left to dangle there at the nape of my neck. My legs take off underneath me to this rhythm that takes us further. Our bodies fold up, wind up, and boom — extend out again. Like this, we row along. Bridge to bridge, wall to wall, and around each bend… I would do anything to go a …

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Caffeinate Me Crazy 

By ABIGAIL KOERNER    In my favorite room of every house My friend often stays Filling up empty cups on horrible empty days! He is so kind, my friend… His duty well known He brews and coos ‘til he isn’t needed any more Water flows into the perfect spot Where it bubbles and broils and trickles down into the pot Flip that switch, baby Turn him on Let my old friend eliminate that yawn He can be sweet Bitter or foamy He will warm you right up If you’re feeling lonely My friend, my flavor My only vice He succeeds in keeping me up nights Helping me to act …

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Thanking You 

By ABIGAIL KOERNER    Thankful for the laughing, the smiling  Making me crazy  Setting me free  A girl being a girl  A girl being me  Thankful for your smile  How it makes me want to smile back  How you grin from ear to ear  Smiling worth a thousand words  Words I seem to lack  Thankful that you’re gorgeous  That you’re always on my mind  Pleasant thoughts of fleeting moments   Realizing you’re one of a kind  Thankful to greet you now and then  But never all the time  I have my fleeting moments  But not you  And I’m “fine”    Abigail …

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All American Madness 

By ABIGAIL KOERNER    I woke up Sunday morning with a smile on my face. Sweet sounds of sweet music that reminded me of home twinkled past my ears. I hoped for time to shower and have a meal. I got in my car and drove towards daily activities- a normal day in my normal life. Driving felt cathartic. I had one foot on the gas and one to do nothing but balance my body on the seat as I turned the wheel, hit reverse, parked the car, stopped.   I swung the door open and got myself up. I was at the grocery store buying milk, cheese, eggs, necessities. I felt like buying beer for the evening: a case for friends. It rolled down …

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In the Rain

By ABIGAIL KOERNER When we were on our way home it started to rain. I ran off in my direction and you in yours while it started to pour. And, oh, did it pour! It rained like crazy and I was drenched. My glasses were impossible to see through; clothes were plastered to my skin; hair wet and wild and hitting me in the face and splattering me with water when I turned my head too fast. I could have gone home with you. We could have gone in and changed clothes and had a coffee together in newly found …

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Sleepy Poem

Tired eyes and tired faces Walk along to tired places Early yet, we shuffle and sway It’s only the beginning of a boring day But moments ago, or so it seems We were all alone in dreams Weightlessness and breathy breaths Something close to bliss and death Each night we lay our heads to rest Or morning, noon, our eyes would suggest “A nap” we’d say, and lay bodies down “A nap” would end in yawns and frowns For when you let sleep creep in He’ll consume you from within Suddenly you’re paralyzed No alarm, sound, or push could revive …

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Little Legs  

By Abigail Koerner    The light flickers on to reveal the creatures hiding in the dark. Our outfit choices day-to-night; their visibility night and day. Hair curled and cheeks pink, we ladies venture outward and onward. With itty bitty steps, they take our places. Click and clack our heels march away.   “Oops, I forgot to turn off the light!” she exclaims.    She turns around and opens the door and shuts it off. They whisper among themselves. Crunching and bunching and climbing everywhere, they exit. They exit the expanse of drywall where a nest was made. They sniff and search and prey on …

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