lydia falls
@lydiafalls.bsky.social
poems // Amethyst Review, Midway Journal, Portland Review // forthcoming in Cider Press Review // poetry collection Beneath the Heavy published under Merigold Independent: t.co/24JQRip0rW
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In the Glow
[ sunlight washes over the beige kitchen tiles
and it is twenty years prior, mother calling out
from the bedroom hall; i follow her voice
to reality overgrown, where time exceeds
the linear, as emblematic patterns rise
and dust congeals to bone . . . . ]
full #poem in Amethyst Review
[ sunlight washes over the beige kitchen tiles
and it is twenty years prior, mother calling out
from the bedroom hall; i follow her voice
to reality overgrown, where time exceeds
the linear, as emblematic patterns rise
and dust congeals to bone . . . . ]
full #poem in Amethyst Review
In the Glow – a poem by Lydia Falls
In the Glowsunlight washes over the beige kitchen tiles and it is twenty years prior, mother calling out from the bedroom hall; i follow her voice to reality overgrown, where time exceeds the linea…
amethystmagazine.org
February 18, 2025 at 10:10 PM
In the Glow
[ sunlight washes over the beige kitchen tiles
and it is twenty years prior, mother calling out
from the bedroom hall; i follow her voice
to reality overgrown, where time exceeds
the linear, as emblematic patterns rise
and dust congeals to bone . . . . ]
full #poem in Amethyst Review
[ sunlight washes over the beige kitchen tiles
and it is twenty years prior, mother calling out
from the bedroom hall; i follow her voice
to reality overgrown, where time exceeds
the linear, as emblematic patterns rise
and dust congeals to bone . . . . ]
full #poem in Amethyst Review
happy my #poem Backseat Meditations found a home in Washington Square Review🕯️ #winter #time #poetry #nature #mindfulness #meditation
January 23, 2025 at 10:38 PM
happy my #poem Backseat Meditations found a home in Washington Square Review🕯️ #winter #time #poetry #nature #mindfulness #meditation
from beyond
the intricate
threads
of your nest,
these crowded streets
like veins
sewn in wrists,
i look upon you
in tranquil awe;
for you have weaved
through my forest bones
and shook me
the intricate
threads
of your nest,
these crowded streets
like veins
sewn in wrists,
i look upon you
in tranquil awe;
for you have weaved
through my forest bones
and shook me
November 25, 2024 at 9:00 PM
from beyond
the intricate
threads
of your nest,
these crowded streets
like veins
sewn in wrists,
i look upon you
in tranquil awe;
for you have weaved
through my forest bones
and shook me
the intricate
threads
of your nest,
these crowded streets
like veins
sewn in wrists,
i look upon you
in tranquil awe;
for you have weaved
through my forest bones
and shook me
November 23, 2024 at 8:40 PM
i wake as if from another world
and there is no way of knowing
who i was before the click of
your pen roused me from a static
spell of dark. it is the kind of morning
that sheds when i start, circadian layers
unspool between the ribs as my body
makes its way across the landing.
....
and there is no way of knowing
who i was before the click of
your pen roused me from a static
spell of dark. it is the kind of morning
that sheds when i start, circadian layers
unspool between the ribs as my body
makes its way across the landing.
....
midwayjournal.com
November 20, 2024 at 12:26 AM
i wake as if from another world
and there is no way of knowing
who i was before the click of
your pen roused me from a static
spell of dark. it is the kind of morning
that sheds when i start, circadian layers
unspool between the ribs as my body
makes its way across the landing.
....
and there is no way of knowing
who i was before the click of
your pen roused me from a static
spell of dark. it is the kind of morning
that sheds when i start, circadian layers
unspool between the ribs as my body
makes its way across the landing.
....