Madonna of the blue sky

Madonna of the blue sky

long finger-nails  cream hands  and a smile that drives you to hell and beyond, there’s a boy out there who  calls me Madonna  we’re back…

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Body Oriented

Body Oriented

Reassurance rests on the tendon joining humerus to ulna and brother radius, a plain broad enough to set up cup and saucer in the correct…

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The Little You Know About Yourself

The Little You Know About Yourself

The best of you is rare explosives are what it makes, The places you’re destined to reach was screened by design, The little you know…

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A vignette from a town of triumph

A vignette from a town of triumph

I looked through a pinhole in an antiquated room with an inverted umbra of an aged easterly spire, the mysterious upside-down shadow had me consumed…

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The Faucet

The Faucet

The faucet in our kitchen is getting old I had touched it When we came to see the apartment The first one of our married…

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Blue Hue

Blue Hue

This poem won the first prize in the poetry competition of Alcheringa festival’s Zephyr literary event.

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The Art Of Drowning

The Art Of Drowning

This poem jointly won the second prize in the poetry competition of Alcheringa festival’s Zephyr literary event.

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Smile

Smile

This poem jointly won the second prize in the poetry competition of Alcheringa festival’s Zephyr literary event.

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Garden of the Restless Martyrs

Garden of the Restless Martyrs

ceramic mustard and ivory shells cradled in fruit skins and ashes once we were doll heads and now we are only ourselves we seem to…

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Jane Doe

Jane Doe

Just a few broken bits of bone Some scraps of cloth and a hair or two Marked and placed in plastic bags Is all that…

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the eclipse and the exorcism

the eclipse and the exorcism

It began then, during the ten wet nights of red crabs clawing at the moon, a nymph that had just drowned in a maelstrom; the…

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Street Lamp

Street Lamp

When the opaque dusk swells, The broken street lamp’s Pearlescence of glass shards, Overshadows the warmth of light bulb   The night is the unsung…

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I set out to paint the light

I set out to paint the light

I set out to paint the light when it grows soft at summer’s end, but could not wrap my thoughts around the immensity of neglect…

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Aleppo

Aleppo

grief in weeks nothing has moved me.   i chase something and fail.   the screen dries my eyes.   no rivers flow in Aleppo….

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Elfie, Sheltie, Sallie, Shellie, Self*

Elfie, Sheltie, Sallie, Shellie, Self*

Author’s Note: The title of this poem is attributed to the spelling suggestions one gets, when having typed: Selfie in Microsoft Word. This is also…

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