Poems from Alexa Cogan

Aching aged acre      and acorns       Aiming amiably as an              asymmetrical aviation                   And atheist alien...
When I was a child I wanted to fly I would squeeze my eyes closed and try:  it always went awry.   I imagined I could soar through clouds...
My hands are clutching my hair I’m trying not to swear Nothing is working out I’m going to shout Everything’s going wrong I just wanted to...
Everything beautiful is either immensely frail or immensely strong. Memories, frozen in time, lasting one second. Lasting a thousand...
Sunny day With a light rain Calm, peaceful, beautiful  Suddenly, a strong wind rises It gets stormy; wild Violent weather, and the rain...

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