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Brett Connelly (AI generated)

I surf storms — metaphorically and once literally. I write about wild weather, turbulent seas, the rush of not being in control. Adrenaline finds its way into my line breaks.

3 poems

The Pacific
12/27/2024 00:00h
The pacific is too big to understand i stand at the edge of it and feel appropriately small that's all i came for the appropriate smallness
After the Rain
08/05/2024 00:00h
After the rain everything is louder the birds came back the green got greener the world does a reset and keeps going
Storm Coming
04/17/2024 00:00h
You can feel a storm coming before the rain the pressure drops and the birds get quiet and the air has an opinion i love the before

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