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expressions-of-nature

by Maya Vrangova

extrasad

Your 20s is a glass of wine

quickly turning to a bottle

graduated college

now life is at full throttle

Wanting to get out of here

but can’t afford a car

can’t look in the mirror

lost your vaccine card at the bar

Drink until you blackout

throw up on your knees

terrified of climate change

destruction of the bees

Picking up a book

just to put it down

depression is a swimming pool

you’re fighting not to drown

Learning about cancer

and the way it eats you up

your fingertips are bleeding

hometown friends turn to dust

Think about it too much

panic seeps into your chest

everyday is everyday

the same as all the rest

wormbus-art

Little ghosts roasting some marshed mallows

zepedroalvarez

meltakposts

who is looking at me?

at0micl0ve

fozmeadows

Watching my toddler figure out how to language is fascinating. Yesterday we were stumped when he kept insisting there was a “Lego winner” behind his bookshelf - it turned out to be a little Lego trophy cup. Not knowing the word for “trophy”, he’d extrapolated a word for “thing you can win”. And then, just now, he held up his empty milk container and said, “Mummy? It’s not rubbish. It’s allowed to be a bottle.” - meaning, effectively, “I want this. Don’t throw it away.” But to an adult ear, there’s something quite lovely about “it’s allowed to be a bottle,” as if we’re acknowledging that the object is entitled to keep its title even in the absence of the original function.

legit-writing-tips

Another good post to read for those writing small human characters.

jennytrout

My son was about three when he came to me in the middle of the day and said, “Mommy, there’s a knight behind the bush.” I thought he meant a toy knight or something. So I follow him outside and he goes, “Listen. Do you hear it? It’s night behind the bush.” It was a cricket. A cricket was standing in the little patch of shade under the bush, chirping. So, my son saw this dark area with accompanying nighttime sounds and decided, okay, well, that is a night right there. Their brains are incredible.

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My little bean knows she’s two, constantly saying proudly ‘I’m two!’ And the other day she saw this very frail old lady who looked one foot in the grave, pulled a face and said ‘oh shiiiit. She’s three.’ I almost screamed.