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Poetry & Art

Pulling Your Own Cards

Much like a magician, I couldn’t quite master this trick.

I wanted so badly to hop on the next flight, the one that led to you.

The one where you remember who you are, what you’re made of; all those textile masterpieces.

Shuffle…. Breathe… Shuffle…. Breathe…

Damn not this card again, familiar but still scary as hell, I closed my eyes wishing it wasn’t real.

You see the dreams we are all made of eventually come true, we just need to keep going.

ALL ABOARD, ABOUT FACE.

Yes captain loud and clear, I’ll buckle up this time, extra tight, but I need an extender.

Thirty thousand feet of regrets, lessons, floating so far away it doesn’t even matter.

Try it again, shuffle… Ok I think I got it this time. I got it LOOK.

“WE’RE COMING IN FOR LANDING”

HOLD ON IT’S GOING TO BE A BUMPY RIDE.

I got this no problem.

Baggage Claim.

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by Alison Stumpf

Born and raised in the Lower East Side of Manhattan I've absorbed a lot of creativity and culture in my thirty five years on Earth. With an extensive background in art education, and make-up artistry, zine making, mix media art, I have discovered a passion in writing in the past year. I'm currently working on a series of poetry and a sci-fi collection. As an avant garde spirit I look forward in connecting to a audience who thinks outside the box.

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