Posts
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Ode to The Elephant
Under the green jungle crown
you silently go,
Shimmers of light pattering
down onto your soft, worn skin.
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Ocean - Collage poem - Pieces from 1984 (George Orwell)
The deep, unconscious current guards
my hopeless human figure from
the continuous plume of silence
echoing below my floating forearms.
my pure body is tossed in a
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Texts
The paragraphs you send me are long,
certain,
and completely free;
they take flight around my mind like gentle songbirds,
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Eternal Serenity - Sijo Poetry
Clouds fixed in settled explosions of amber and saffron
Clement winds tossing seaweed on the toasted flaxen sand
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Those Days
I remember only its ghostly aftermath;
my parents' divorce.
My dad was cast out without anything,
we lived in a rented renovated barn.
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Old Friend
To L.M.
Loves
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Longing
It’s a ball of knotted string
Stuck under my ribcage.
Whenever I start to untangle it,
I break a sweat & forget
Why I even tried.
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Ode to The Elephant
Under the green jungle crown
you silently go,
Shimmers of light pattering
down onto your soft, worn skin.
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Ocean - Collage poem - Pieces from 1984 (George Orwell)
The deep, unconscious current guards
my hopeless human figure from
the continuous plume of silence
echoing below my floating forearms.
my pure body is tossed in a
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My Mother's Shoulders
My mother wasn’t born this strong.
No, her strength comes from years of labor.
Labor of the body,
Labor of the mind.
My mother’s shoulders are strong;
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The way to a man's heart is food, they say
Searing, frying, sautéing,
wiping sweat off my forehead,
crying because of onions
the things I do for a boy.
I hope he likes it.
The doorbell rings.
The door opens, he stands with a bouquet in his hands.
