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Liora Wilson

Liora Wilson writes from the quiet cracks in people and systems—where pressure builds, truth hides, and transformation begins. A poet, fiction writer, and unapologetic cat whisperer.

Raindrops hitting dark water

The Rainfall

I want to walk in the sun Let it warm my tired soul It’s rained most of my life I tried to find cover Clothes stuck to my skin Only the start of my strife Days it rained so hard Had to wade in the streets No umbrella could

Graph paper with handwritten equations, seen in shadow

Bad Math

Desolate train tracks at dusk

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Tracks: A Short Story

Woman slumped over her computer, asleep at her desk

#PoetProblems

Why is it I Can never escape The need to write? The words can’t wait Try to plan One thing or another Slammed in the forehead Why do I bother? So here I sit Bleeding out again Haven’t eaten a thing Mind: remember when? What in the hell?

Black kitten flipped on their back and looking off-camera

Olive Blessing

Sand marked by many varying bootprints

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Deepcut Reflections

Memorial Day: What I Carry Still – A Veteran’s Reflection

US flag posted in the grass, with tombstones in the background

service Featured

Lost To US - A Poem for Memorial Day

This piece carries themes of loss, remembrance, and national service. Please read with care and reverence. Where did you go How far did you walk To serve and defend Why did you think To do that for us Could you see the end? Or did you plan A life beyond

Hands clasping a stack of money tied with twine

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Greedy Ba$tard

Blue and black bike heading toward an open bike trail

Trail Chat

Out on the trail, loving the breeze Sun on my arms, hair being teased Perfect temp, what a beautiful day Favorite spot by the water to stay For a moment, just for awhile Released all my cares that had started to pile Looking out, over the water A lady on

Abstract pattern of electric gold lines over deep blues and grays, evoking the look of synapses firing

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neurodivergence

Brokey Brain Blues

Door, slightly ajar, with a sign that reads "Push"

Push

Image of The Crappon in a Hat from The Maxx

Crappon Thoughts

Woman in shadow, facing away and walking in water

Different Today

How strange it is This feeling in my breast Life is unfolding Filled with so much zest My future is calling It’s on my caller ID I’m taking this call My response is carefree Details still forming Days not numbered yet Just a matter of time On this

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