Jan Avellana
Lemons
This was the toughest week I've had in a while--but I'm still alive, I'm still here and I am resilient AF. I want to talk smack about all...
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Jan Avellana
- Apr 25, 2023
Freedom
Freedom comes with keys in hand to unbound every lock With wings she flies and clips the ties that bind Loose! Loose! With open arms she...
Jan Avellana
- Apr 18, 2023
On that Day
One day the weeping will cease and your body, so tired from heaving sobs, will release itself and rest will finally come to your bones...
Jan Avellana
- Mar 21, 2023
Pigtails
today i brushed a girl’s headful of knotted hair her pigtails were askew did daddy do your hair this morning or did you i asked (because...
Jan Avellana
- Mar 21, 2023
The Ground Soaked Through
Be Practical and her sister Be Realistic welcome the dousing of rain because it waters the plants, feeds the rivers and the birds need it...
Jan Avellana
- Mar 21, 2023
Laughter in the Eaves
heaven is filled with laughter dripping down from the eaves. it will greet me with wide margins, and endless fields of tall grasses...
Jan Avellana
- Mar 21, 2023
Jelly Jar
I have a jelly jar of memories, with a metal lid. I poked holes in it so the memories can breathe, but not get out. It would make a good...
Jan Avellana
- Mar 21, 2023
I am a Weed
I am a weed woody, gangly, no lipstick, no shine. But I know how to grow through cement. I know how to take a sliver of filtered sunlight...
Jan Avellana
- Mar 21, 2023
Home
ebony birds threading the fading horizon a hem to heaven weaving a passage for the wanderer, the saint, the sinner i find my way home....
Jan Avellana
- Mar 21, 2023
Sidewalk
One day you will run out of sidewalk And you don’t be able to run away from yourself anymore. You’ll sit on the pavement, Burning a hole...
Jan Avellana
- Feb 27, 2022
i stood alone, long
i captured a sliver of the moon on the tip of my tongue a tiny thousand fireflies, between steamy puffs of burning lungs, a shimmering. i...
Jan Avellana
- Feb 27, 2022
On the Edge of Public's Beach
My mother lived in the waters here, Chocolate brown as she could be On the edge of Public's Beach She grew up in a caretaker's cottage,...
Jan Avellana
- Feb 27, 2022
17,807 days
17,807 days how many times is too many times to begin again? who is the accountant keeping track of my failures? is there really a tally...
Jan Avellana
- Feb 25, 2022
I Sat and Listened
I sat and listened to the hum of the fans this morning. Fat raindrops like a can of marbles, splattering off the eaves of this old house....
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