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January 2021

1/5/21

Warm Up #21-001

He murmured sweet nothings against her temple. She just huffed and burrowed against him.

"I'm cold." She was wearing a coat, but frankly, this hometown of his was coated in deep drifts of snow and much colder than winter at their own house.

His arms came around her and held her close. For a few moments, neither of them said anything at all.

Finally, "You're different here."

He drew back, looking at her with a glint in his eye.

Now that she thought about it, she remembered that glint. He'd been quieter than even now when she first met him, more liable to express his emotions with a fist or a harshly delivered but kind gesture.

"It's not bad, you know," she added on further consideration, "to change."

Noah blew out a sigh. "What makes you think I've changed?"

She slugged his shoulder gently with one mittened fist. "Take the compliment."

"Was it one?" But the amusement was back in his voice.

She leaned up on her tiptoes against him and kissed him.

1/6/21

the tenor (poem)

there is silence in the quality of your demeanor
and stillness in the tenor of your voice
and grace in every movement and expression
a calming peace to make the heart rejoice

I take comfort in this reassurance
I find relief within your warm embrace
when your arms will hold me or your gaze
shower on me that sweet and perfect grace

God of impossible (poem)

hope comes up out of nowhere
springing to life in my heart because
my God is the God of impossible things
no matter how dark before dawn

where my heart (poem)

don't tell me where my heart lies
or steal my voice for yours
I will not lie down nor die
but rise in prayer, stand forth

Warm Up #21-002

The night was unseasonably warm, stars twinkling overhead in the canvas of darkness, moon scudded behind a cloud, its dim light barely enough to see by.

Mayati picked her way across the encampment, caught with an undefinable restlessness.

Interlude 21-001

Golden moments strung together, sweet and glowing in the light of every good memory Khun had.

He didn't usually let himself think of himself as a kid, but he knew that's how others saw him then—a seventeen-year-old member of the Khun family, sheltered in his own way from life outside of the Ten Families, experiencing the Tower for the first time.

It was nothing. It was bloody and ruthless, weapons and sharp edges, strategies and broken rules. He'd lived that life from before he was ten, fought for survival and the right to call himself a Khun. He'd earned his name, and betraying his sister couldn't change that. Betrayal was in his blood.

No. That wasn't the new, the fresh, the shocking. That was the warmth of brown eyes, a gentle trusting voice, a determined naive boy who'd looked at Khun and called him friend.

Khun hugged Rachel, cold ice in his veins. She was blue and blood in his heart—the same ruthless life and death dance he was born to.

Because she was the reason Bam's golden warmth was only memory.

1/15/21

hard to be (poem)

I'm alive
sometimes that's a hard thing to be
sometimes—
I'm a hard thing to see
sometimes—
I feel I hardly breathe
the air in my lungs
it's been getting kinda weak
have you seen
inside my brain this week?
it's looking for the oxygen
before the day they all cried when
before the day the sun again
went behind the clouds

you figure it out.

pour out (poem)

this is the life I live
I've got something to give
I open my soul, pour out
will you catch me now?

sunlight (poem)

catching sunlight
on my fingers
in my mind
the moment lingers
light displayed
and frayed and mingled
over the canvas
feel: it tingles