Rachel's Floetry

  • Rotary Phones

    I miss rotary phones. Did you dial gently like drawing a message in the sand, or like tearing knots through hair with hooked fingers? I miss tugging the wrong digit and how it forced us to start all over. Put effort. Be cautious when we drag. Think. I miss shuffling through a mental lattice of…

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  • The Past

    It’s where you wander when you’re lost because it’s deep and familiar. The end is visible although not really an end, but where you started. It’s easy to try all the abandoned roads than to leave and instead go to the one place where the only road is forward. It’s easy to be lost in a…

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  • Old Places

    For those places no longer home. Kept safest in your minds own. Heart aches for trodden roads. Soul weighs with forgotten ghosts. A hum whose words are lost, of curtains drawn, and bridges crossed. The streets recede twisted and strange. I know this dream if only by name. This Avenue’s familiar. The gates – The…

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