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By Ella Henry

Do you wonder about our day-to-day lives and what's behind the curtain of this life? Do you wonder where your loved ones, spouses, children, and pets will end up?

"with steam and fresh ripe scents

curtains

that fall at

the centers of my feet

never entirely encasing the day

leaving aside and behind

my faces and smirks

my hair as a flower

in stages of bloom

and decay

withering and screaming

                down the center of the earth."

Me too, all the time. I hope we all get to where we're going one day. I hope it's somewhere that our dreams and our words couldn't even conceive of where we are now. That is what this short first book in a lifetime collection is about.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ella Henry
• Release date: Mar 28, 2024
• ISBN: 9798223892274

Book preview

Contents

Be home

​​Home forgotten

I’m trying to see

Rug rat’s beckoning murmurs

Loathing’s knitting vividity through infinity

An empire of sand

Identity in a whirlwind

Sunflower hunches

Who’s below the mass

The weight of a glimpse

Reminiscing the future

Jelly is holding the walls together

Feeling what is right, filtering whilst it hums

Sunflower wu wei

Do cloud people count?

Sandcastles

Hens

Part Two

Lemon rinds

Time: the director

Circus or simple veins

Not dreaming

The biggest parts

Color and form

Ghostly comatose

Entirety

Trees spread out their roots

Counting the flowers

Familiar sensational everything

Making macaroni correspondences

Movement

In your eyes

Yellow seaside

Throwing random things at my favorite person

Strange rainbow

Hat racks

Cogitation in clear clouds

Lightness

Trees to coal

Pop

Windy afternoon

Seeking only what isn’t

Chewed through the leash

Beaded becomings

To home

Singing about the roof of the world and its decadent layers

Mornings of delight

Anticipation

Nude and blank and full

Escalator to the top of the hat

Chairs

Baby blue raindrops

Daytime stories

Why I can’t seem to

Dim lighting

Sundae mess

Limbo limbs

Children

Farmhouse

Lull

Placid recall

Dissolving opinions

Wildflower field

Mountainside sunset

You and me

Shaky floors

Birthday card

Trail of ash

Spinning looping hoping

Shining brown eyes

Unconditional mercy

(Fred’s here too)

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Ella Henry

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Ella Henry

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Be home

Provoke the unseeable depths

in the hope that you may feel them

How can something be

confusing

confounding

and

simple  

unless it’s something

you feel.

​​Home forgotten

We returned to our apartment this morning

opening the door to a   stench    of

sewage             and    rotten fruit  

though I’d made sure to  

take out the can

Fresh yellow and burgundy flowers

had gone dry

with death            

still a    very       becoming color    

I lit two incense

put   an    all-American    hotdog-filled

frittata

with

three

day

old  

chicken

on   the         surprisingly   hot

gas       stove      

in   some        other         country

for        the    

4th     of    

July

I told