Zachary Olson's Blog, page 2

10 2 10. — a poem

10 2 10. — a poem

a year ago you
wouldn’t see me outside
couldn’t get me out the door

but twice this week
i scraped my knee
on a sea cave floor

& all i want is

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nova. — a poem

there
were
only
three
stars
out
tonight:

you & me & eternity.

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just chalk (or fire) — a play script

just chalk (or fire) — a play script

me: *writes short story*
me: “not good enough.”
me: *writes until it’s a book*
me: “more.”
me: *adapts book into a play*

just chalk (or fire) — a play script
Caitlin Gutierrez, a high school sophomore, harbors a secret from her well-meaning but overbearing family. When the cast list for the school play is revealed, her world takes an unexpected and life-altering turn. A story of self-discovery, teenage ambition, and the liberating power of letting go! ✨💜✨

[Available to read and produce for free! Message me if you’d like to read a copy!]

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thirty seventh edition. — a poem

thirty 7th edition. — a poem

i wish there was a way to pick and choose
which memories to keep which to lose
maybe tick off boxes in a trifold pamphlet
places i’ve been things i said people met
smooth out the edges of childhood trauma
focus on the day with the rescue llama
why the endless loop of strange encounters?
infinity playback of friendship sours
check mark cross hatch fill in the blank
there are a few people i would like to thank
kindly rewind and circle all that apply
please just tell me how to simplify

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pumice. — a poem

pumice. — a poem

the mercy of time
is the softening of memory

harsh edges dulled
by distance & rearranged
into survived shapes

the details aren’t important
but tomorrow is

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fazzoletto. — a poem

fazzoletto. — a poem

in the moments full and plenty
the universe stretches infinity
a map of boundless possibilities
an inscription, a promise sworn

but i worry if that will be enough
as here/now folds up pretty small
a pocket square against forever

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hourglass. — a poem

there comes a time
when no matter
how hard you hold
the idea of who you are
what you’re supposed to do
it slips through the bottleneck
and only pieces remain
to build another now

it’s okay to need to change

not every handful
needs to be held

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wool[f]. — a poem

we listened at the top of the stairs
for any indication of the day’s direction
where to
how do footsteps
sound wait
hand up
finger drawn
the motion and speed
of which will
hint how hard
we’ll have to pray
for the forgiveness of imaginary sins

and here now
years later in a
single story home
we still listen at the top of the stairs
waiting for an indication

barkchips. — a poem

barkchips. — a poem

when you were like little
did you swing upsidedown
across the bars or against
the wall walk on the ceiling
stepping over door frames
maybe you knew already
how upsidedown it all is
& just wanted to see things
how they’re supposed to be

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cicadidae. — a poem

cicadidae. — a poem

what was it like
as every thing
disappeared
society evaporating
as they slept beneath
and on the 17th year
rising up from the earth
in fluttering droves
to look back
find it empty at last
pure of pestilence
and now without ado
the age of wings

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