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#Atmospheric Rivers by Brie Thomson available now
honeyednotes · 8 months
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Baptism by Nature
the mid August sun sparkles through birch leaves overhead, cooled by the fluttering wind of shortening days
lake water sinks into my lungs as if to permeate my bloodstream, cleansing me from the inside out, turning murky red clear like an alpine river
this is my yearly baptism of the earth, sitting in the sun, swim heavy and full of tall, fresh air
I breath until I feel like myself again, let the sun burn it's claim into my skin until I believe I am alive again
it is a sensation I lose the farther I get from Valhalla, as if it bleeds from my fingertips out of the window into the breeze, a magic I cannot take with me
it belongs to the mesas and meadows, and though I will miss running my fingers through it, like the hair of a long-absent lover, I know I may at any time return to it
by Brie Thomson
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honeyednotes · 8 months
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Husk
I watch the way my little city sprawls into the distance, spreading like mold on the hillsides and I feel conflicted:
this city has always been my home but I barely recognize it anymore
it becomes more and more urban by the day, as if it is trying to devour the nature that surrounds it
every house looks the same, just in varying proportions, all resembling nothing more than a lifeless box
we try to breathe our own essence into them, but all that is left is husk
by Brie Thomson
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honeyednotes · 8 months
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Reckoning
I step outside into the campfire to double or nothing the damage to my lungs
I know I should take better care of them, lay off of my pipe, but as the valley burns around me, billowing black smoke like a beast come for the killing blow, I cannot find it in me to care
this timeline is our reckoning, as if humanity is debris in a great pool and we are being filtered out by the nets of disease and famine, and catastrophe
every year the fires get closer, disaster becomes less and less avoidable
no longer are these things that happen to 'other people', nature cares not about our petty divisions of class or race
nature sees an infestation, a horribly resilient virus that is trying to slowly kill her
and why shouldn't she fight back? what is a fever but turning up the heat? she will smoke us out one way or another
by Brie Thomson
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honeyednotes · 8 months
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Life Always Finds a Way
the cold heaved a crack in the pavement beneath our garage a few winters ago
its not big, maybe a foot long, half that in width, just a small hole in a sea of concrete
we have tried to fill it in many times, pouring in soil, bandaging the cracks in our alien world, but this year nature had other plans for us
and void has become den, a nuisance of a hole has become a nursery
life bursts from the ground like furry seeds we didnt realize were planted
thats the funny thing about life, it doesn't stop if you are not looking, the spiders still weave their webs, birds still soar overhead
if we all died tomorrow the world would still turn, leaving flowers and marmots to sprout from the concrete in our absence
by Brie Thomson
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honeyednotes · 1 year
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My poetry book!!! Available now on Amazon!!!
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honeyednotes · 1 year
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Hello friends!! I am so happy to announce that my first poetry book, Atmospheric Rivers by Brie Thomson, is available now on Amazon!!
This project has been over a year in the works, and I am so happy and proud of the final product! I sincerely hope that it finds the people who will love it just as much as I do.
That being said, I have included the link below if you would like to check it out! Go ahead and buy a copy, or three! I'll love you forever!!
https://www.amazon.ca/dp/9395784660?ref_=cm_sw_r_apan_dp_E8Q9V5AARTS0YQZQ8PHJ
Sincerely, Brie💕
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