Poetry
The snow falls forever
Woken again in the fifth hour to darkness, and memories of a shattered voice who cannot leave his lover, and from the pretty recent past..
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Poetry
Woken again in the fifth hour to darkness, and memories of a shattered voice who cannot leave his lover, and from the pretty recent past..
Poetry
a timeworn legend, this is regarding an avowal of destiny and karma, or call it, kismet and fate that assure nothing but, a soul mate..
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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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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 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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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 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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This poem won the first prize in the poetry competition of Alcheringa festival’s Zephyr literary event.
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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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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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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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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 when it grows soft at summer’s end, but could not wrap my thoughts around the immensity of neglect..
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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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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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for SB This is the most you’ve ever been a child. Once there was sand, thick saltwater paste on legs capable of anything; then, later..
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Yere yere pausa Come to me rain, let the drops percolate, collect in plastic tubs drained through pipes made of dreams and denim Tula..
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I. every night you turn on the lights in the room he has left behind on another continent he buys a pack of almonds for..
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I guess a pleasant night might be appraised in different ways A dazzle of days running under a tram While the horses bolt And the..
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All of the gin joints in all of the towns and you had to walk into this one* Beginnings don’t flow as easily as they..
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The birds outside my window speak of world domination, the tiny gray sparrows have staked out my kitchen for the headquarters of their aggressive, bird-centric..
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“What was it like—-being married to Mick Jagger?” – (American journalist) “I had to be a hell of a whore in the bedroom.” – Jerry..
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Keep watching those funerals — how they launch black sedans over cemetery landscapes, stop them by a new grave where the body enters orbit around..
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I asked you what you wanted me to write and you said it doesn’t matter that you would read it anyway that it could be..