shallon gregerson

Joined November 2020

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I conspire, create and love making my mind think

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Duality
One face in sunlight the other waits in shadow both claim to be me
By shallon gregersonabout 19 hours ago in Poets
The New You
The system does not announce itself when it begins shaping you. It rarely arrives with rules or warnings. Instead, it starts with a promise so simple it feels harmless: connection, visibility, a place to be seen.
By shallon gregersonabout 19 hours ago in Humans
To My Younger Self
You thought that growing up meant clarity and sight, a steady path revealed in proper light. But no one tells you how the feelings run
By shallon gregerson9 days ago in Poets
Change
Change happens whether I agree or not. That is the first thing I understand now. It does not wait for permission. It does not slow down because I am comfortable.
By shallon gregerson9 days ago in Poets
Afraid of Death
I am afraid of what happens when I die. That is the whole concern. I am not talking about heaven or hell, not about light, not about darkness,
By shallon gregerson9 days ago in Poets
Deep Observations
The evening bleeds out on the shoulder of stone, and the river grinds low in a marrow-deep tone. Wind claws through the thistle with splintered breath,
By shallon gregerson12 days ago in Poets
Cold Air Entry
Key turns in the lock Boot soles press snow from the step Cold air slips inside
By shallon gregerson17 days ago in Poets
Mending a Bruised Afternoon
When noon goes dull as pewter skies And every task feels wrong, Go fill the sink with lukewarm light And hum a half-known song.
By shallon gregerson17 days ago in Poets
The Sixth Seed
No one remembers who counted the seeds. They remember the number, of course. They always remember the number. Six. Sometimes four, sometimes seven, depending on who is telling it and how much time has passed since hunger became allegory. But the counting itself—the moment when a mouth closed, when sweetness broke, when something irrevocable happened—that part is never given a witness.
By shallon gregerson21 days ago in Fiction
Ode to the Question
O sacred Question, Unanswered and alive, You hum beneath belief and disbelief alike. You refuse the leash of certainty, Slip past commandments and conclusions,
By shallon gregerson23 days ago in Poets
Money
There once was a fear I can name: it is money, not romance, not art, not a crisis of honeyed dramatic despair, but the rent and repair
By shallon gregerson27 days ago in Poets
Bubble Rush
Ice cracks in the glass Bubbles rush the silver edge Liquid climbs and stops
By shallon gregerson27 days ago in Poets