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William Hazel Writes
WILLIAM HAZEL
Jan 203 min read
Checking the Time
The barista’s bonzer black hair matches her Smiths tee. Morrissey’s coif negative white in a reverse printed album still. The band rests...
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WILLIAM HAZEL
Dec 21, 20232 min read
End of Year Resolution
The sky on fire was a sure prompt for feeling small. In the dark of the new Moon, bundled against the last of autumn’s chill, we chaise...
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WILLIAM HAZEL
Dec 10, 20231 min read
What I Want for Christmas
she asks me what I want for Christmas in the laundry sorting clothes while a summer straight down rain begins raging warm daring December...
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WILLIAM HAZEL
Dec 2, 20233 min read
Back to the Best
A bright white high school girl side slides a screen window open and smiles. Her red lettered shirt matching her acne. She hands me a...
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WILLIAM HAZEL
Nov 22, 20233 min read
In the Middle
The fence shadows crept like ghosts back to graves and then it was the middle of the night. And then it was the middle of the month. I...
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WILLIAM HAZEL
Oct 19, 20235 min read
On A Williamsburg Ghost Tour
Alias Little Red Riding Hood, that’s what she called herself, sort of looked the part, kind of Grimm, with a red trimmed cape thing, but...
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WILLIAM HAZEL
Sep 16, 20233 min read
The Secret Weeks
September offers no immediacy. I am thankful for this truth. This year brings three clear weeks between the end and perceived end of...
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WILLIAM HAZEL
Sep 2, 20232 min read
At the Speed of Summer
Where did the summer go everyone keeps asking pointing their phones at their faces hump days and Friday eves across the called ways of...
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WILLIAM HAZEL
Aug 19, 20233 min read
On the Far Side of Van Gogh
My body was covered in colors dull bright, a French countryside cottage built on my chest. And my love looked so lovely in an almond...
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WILLIAM HAZEL
Aug 5, 20235 min read
Summering in Chincoteague
My beer can was rolling towards the main drag centerline. Early night close bright headlights from both directions guided my steps toward...
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WILLIAM HAZEL
Jun 22, 20235 min read
Going Through Customs in Atlanta
A woman was yelling. Not screaming. Not talking loudly. Yelling. Hers was a strong voice. Lines three and four. I got it. We had US...
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WILLIAM HAZEL
Jun 1, 20232 min read
Summer Intention
The fog fell heavy, ghosting expectations for anything resembling sun or summer. The season’s first hours might have invited fresh...
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WILLIAM HAZEL
May 18, 20231 min read
Sipping Red
I chose the last Sunday of each month to share a haiku practice on my IG stories through the fall and winter months. Sipping red in bed,...
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WILLIAM HAZEL
Apr 23, 20236 min read
Medals and Magnets
It seems all 18,000 runners are in the party tent. Organizations like J&A Racing understand how to have great races, and great after-race...
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WILLIAM HAZEL
Apr 15, 20233 min read
When the Tumor Took My Friend
When the tumor took my friend, I sat in silence for a long while before I cried. I had known her almost nine years, and she was my very...
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WILLIAM HAZEL
Apr 1, 20234 min read
Visiting the Outer Banks - An Off-Season Getaway
The Google Gods provided backroad navigation to the state line. The transition into North Carolina unrolled narrow lanes through road...
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WILLIAM HAZEL
Mar 18, 20232 min read
In These Last Hours of Winter
Instead of the rush for spring, I choose to linger in these last hours of winter. In the splash-colored backdrop of daffodil and tulip...
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WILLIAM HAZEL
Feb 25, 20232 min read
Raising New Fences
We raised new fences and the backyard smells of fresh milled pine. We being an expression of the gathering of craftsmen and apprentices...
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WILLIAM HAZEL
Feb 13, 20231 min read
Valentine Haiku
For My Love old souls travel true carrying needs mere and love at hope we begin dare explorations intuitive directions guidebook left...
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WILLIAM HAZEL
Feb 8, 20231 min read
Bitter Black Dawn
A winter week's poems, inspired by the day. And coffee. bitter black dawn arabica sips slow Monday hands the shovel wondering where a...
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