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jackdaw by Koahara jackdaw :iconkoahara:Koahara 162 3
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indelible in the hippocampus is the laughter
She said, “the laugh – the uproarious laughter between the two—”
and all I hear is my heart beating a question,
‘Hey, can you guys pick me up?
I shouldn’t walk eight minutes in the dark.’
“And their having fun at my expense”
hasn’t happened to me yet
but as the sun sets my ears ring
‘Is it only a matter of time?’
“I was, you know, underneath one of them”
as I will be underneath bundled clothes
reciting old winter delusions come November,
because oversized coats could somehow save me:
sometimes the other party ‘forgets’ their moral coat
and doesn’t think they need it
when their preferred brand is ‘good boy.’
“While the two laughed, [they were] two friends having a really good time,”
who were not thinking what I will think underneath winter coats:
‘Good luck getting to me,’ I say to the dark side
of friends and strangers— of men
trying to have a
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the rabbit of greenbriar grave
I intend to die underneath his greenbriar thicket,
though I have not made it that far
because I have stopped in a meadow
of birdfoot violets and field pansies,
surrounded by wood sorrels and blackgums.
I left my brother somewhere to fend for himself
higher up this cragged mountain,
near bright laurels and wiry hawthorns,
below hearty Carolina hemlocks and towering pines.
I am followed by the shadow of a man
who bears black gloves and a quiet voice
as he inspects me who lay still
in a stupor of fever and fear.
He places his fingers between my long ears
to bid, on behalf of his yard, a final farewell
to me and to the botfly I shield from nakedness
before vanishing behind white window frames
to watch me pass from this meadow into the next.
My legs carry me to the embrace of the thicket,
where I meet greenbriar for the last time:
I start to bleed with the horizon
as green hues blur with black—
the earth will take me back
to those who have come before
and rest in greenbriar graves.
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Ryysyinen by Koahara Ryysyinen :iconkoahara:Koahara 50 11 buy me a drink by Koahara buy me a drink :iconkoahara:Koahara 21 0 Junjie by Koahara Junjie :iconkoahara:Koahara 9 0
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THE HOLLOW - Chapter 2
CHAPTER 2
Three years ago, once pristine wildwoods had reached their dehydrated hell. Summer had just peaked, and the leaves started to ease into fall. Mild temperatures were the usual on the heels of summertide, but this pattern had been broken by a few unseasonably warm weeks, much to the dry wilderness’ dismay. Slowly, the forest withered at the lack of rain, and its creatures swiftly followed suit.
Summer had made the local wolves into scrawny leftovers, ill-furred, and weary. One pack of thin wolves brushed up against each other, bracing for a midday hunt, then dissolved. A large, assuming male proceeded to reorganize the five wolves behind him, taking up the lead. The afternoon light, scattered by the leaves above, graced the male’s dark pelt. He looked regal, and rather dignified, for a male of his six years. White hairs only dreamed to taint his muzzle. The expression on his proud, black face was stiff and calculated, and he led his family with an air of certainty t
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Emmett by Koahara Emmett :iconkoahara:Koahara 14 0 the successor by Koahara the successor :iconkoahara:Koahara 6 0
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when you cache all but the ribcage
I am the blood-drool:
the doe you stalked too long,
the skeleton you pricked with briars,
the one you marred with disease.
My breath fog dwindles
as the leftover sin of us
swallows my body whole
in the den of wolf teeth.  
I become the bile-soaked regret:
the bone-slurry you regurgitated
for a hungry someone else
to chew on and shit out.
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pour me, winter
Slur me under grey sleet:
drain me like you drain
green glass bottles and
translucent high balls—
alone. While you’re gone,
I’ll cut the crisp air
with amber Kahlúa and
warm up to wet coyote,
just to watch white snow
bleed water and
lose consciousness
in shitfaced black rain.
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european perfume
i remember
the reek of cigarettes
suffocating me in some
narrow european town,
lingering on the breath
of a sitting artist,
saying a coin for
your troubles please
or on the chest
of some douchebag
i put my arms around
who promised he'd
put my heart at ease--
as if he'd carry
that promise back to
the states
and think of me.
but those cigarettes
were never insurance
for dreams:
just a smell to obscure time
and stupid hopes
and a stain to wash away
from your mother's jacket
knowing you've changed
but you haven't the heart
to see the change in others.
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THE HOLLOW - Chapter 1
CHAPTER 1
Two young gray wolf pups fumbled over rocks before triumphantly rising to the peak of their den. The verdant mossy overhang of their early childhood had been conquered, for they, after many failed attempts over weeks, had finally reached the top to survey the land around them. Their imprisonment to den-musk and darkness was over, and all their dreams of “the outside” were now fully realized: green, lazy forests stretched out all around their quiet meadow den underneath a sky of ocean.
For two, wide-eyed pups, this was what they had been waiting for— a world no longer shrouded in blackness, cramped by mud walls or overwhelmed by the smell of feces and milk, but a world bursting with color (to the best that wolf-eyes could detect), where a wolf’s only confines were the highest peaks and the lowest valleys, and one where a vast array of scents were carried, both fair and foul, for a wolf to delight or disgust itself with.
This was a world a wolf co
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Streaming now by Koahara Streaming now :iconkoahara:Koahara 7 2 YCH - Wolf Portrait 1 by Koahara YCH - Wolf Portrait 1 :iconkoahara:Koahara 5 0
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THE HOLLOW - Prologue
the H O L L O W
PROLOGUE
"THERE’S A MONSTER LOOSE IN THESE WOODS. That's what they say.”
The old white wolf puffed, her breath a stain upon the still air. Her crippled frame suggested death could claim her at any hour. That she still lived was a marvel.  
“He walks in the solemn whisper of night, when the clouds turn the sky sightless, and when the moon softens. If you stop, you can hear the ice crack at his coming, the birds' flight at his gait, and the woodland animals' recoil at his breath. The forest wilts with his every step. The bracken curls, then dies. Life erodes as death harbors within him.”
Her guest, a wolf much younger than she, listened intently, black-rimmed ears quipped. Solemn, honey eyes pooled as the darkness engulfed the alcove in which they conversed. She shivered as she tried to imagine the beast.
“A charming grin once resided on his face, by legend luring all ladies to his company.” She winked her old crusty eye, though sh
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ABOUT ME: Koa (Alias) / 21 years / female
OCCUPATION: third year college student majoring in English, associate editor for a newspaper
INTERESTS: zoos, writing, wolves, wildlife management, politics, poetry, news, other animals, games, cocktails, cooking, art, and laughing at myself
ART STATUS: I am currently not accepting requests or trades.
I'm supposed to be writing a paper but instead I have decided to write a journal entry for commissions because I meant to do this earlier today.
I'd like to do some portrait commissions, perhaps in the vein of ^ but not as detailed (yet still more detailed than my experimental ones).

$20-$25-- I'm okay with doing other animals. I actually painted a pretty cool wild donkey last year so if someone could commission me a donkey I'd be thrilled. Comment or note if interested.

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I'm supposed to be writing a paper but instead I have decided to write a journal entry for commissions because I meant to do this earlier today.
I'd like to do some portrait commissions, perhaps in the vein of ^ but not as detailed (yet still more detailed than my experimental ones).

$20-$25-- I'm okay with doing other animals. I actually painted a pretty cool wild donkey last year so if someone could commission me a donkey I'd be thrilled. Comment or note if interested.
jackdaw
I did some art-- can you believe it?

I'll probably write a poem to go along with this (and, until then, won't have a better title).

I used a reference (www.flickr.com/photos/14840625…) but I had to reference it from my phone since we haven't had power or cable for four days (except for our generator). I was liberal with the colors. We just got it back!

If you couldn't tell, I played around with some fur brushes. I don't really have the time/patience or physical energy to paint things strand by strand (and also my laptop's screen size makes detail really difficult) so they were fun to use. This is my second attempt-- I don't plan on publishing my first try with fur brushes. :)
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She said, “the laugh – the uproarious laughter between the two—”
and all I hear is my heart beating a question,
‘Hey, can you guys pick me up?
I shouldn’t walk eight minutes in the dark.’

“And their having fun at my expense”
hasn’t happened to me yet
but as the sun sets my ears ring
‘Is it only a matter of time?’

“I was, you know, underneath one of them”
as I will be underneath bundled clothes
reciting old winter delusions come November,
because oversized coats could somehow save me:
sometimes the other party ‘forgets’ their moral coat
and doesn’t think they need it
when their preferred brand is ‘good boy.’

“While the two laughed, [they were] two friends having a really good time,”
who were not thinking what I will think underneath winter coats:
‘Good luck getting to me,’ I say to the dark side
of friends and strangers— of men
trying to have a really good time.
indelible in the hippocampus is the laughter
CW

EDIT: Thanks for the DD! I've edited this submission actually with an updated, more polished version after receiving suggestions from classmates.
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I intend to die underneath his greenbriar thicket,
though I have not made it that far
because I have stopped in a meadow
of birdfoot violets and field pansies,
surrounded by wood sorrels and blackgums.

I left my brother somewhere to fend for himself
higher up this cragged mountain,
near bright laurels and wiry hawthorns,
below hearty Carolina hemlocks and towering pines.

I am followed by the shadow of a man
who bears black gloves and a quiet voice
as he inspects me who lay still
in a stupor of fever and fear.

He places his fingers between my long ears
to bid, on behalf of his yard, a final farewell
to me and to the botfly I shield from nakedness
before vanishing behind white window frames
to watch me pass from this meadow into the next.

My legs carry me to the embrace of the thicket,
where I meet greenbriar for the last time:

I start to bleed with the horizon
as green hues blur with black—
the earth will take me back
to those who have come before
and rest in greenbriar graves.
the rabbit of greenbriar grave
EDIT: this is an an entry in the contest Pure Imagination by :iconlove-new-artists:

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For :iconthewrittenrevolution: (Required critique - comments.deviantart.com/1/7402…)
1. Thoughts on adjectives? Flow?
2. Any line or word that is not strong that could be stronger?
3. Is the third stanza too long?
4. Overall thoughts/additional comments?

(You do not have to answer all of the questions, but please pick at least one.)
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Thank you very much!
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