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The Dreamer sits in his ivory tower, among faded balls of yarn and tarnished picture frames, and portraits with no faces, and he cries. His tears forge lacerations upon his face, down his neck. They burrow into the fabric of his clothes until they reach skin, and can go no further. His hands shudder, convulse, […]
MoreI Dream of A Father I dream of a father Who’s much more than a name without a face With no directions which I could trace I dream of a father Who can wipe the tears from my cheek When I discover that fairy tales are surreal, and life is not always ok I dream […]
MoreA Writer’s Restlessness I am this yearning moving growing body lurking in the crevices of the streets we walk, talking in an idiomatic language known to me and not known by me. Those words creeping in my stomach, indigestible, they stay with me. At night, I am a fetus knees to chest, hands encircling my […]
MoreSeagull’s Feather Oeuvre! Like a silver charm it shines Like the Bluegirdled Angel does it glisten Every individual barb Sparkles like cider No stroke of lightening Could electrify as piercingly Fire no longer burns The incandescence of the moon is nothing Even the heavens cannot compare But destiny must prevail Embrace the […]
MoreMouth the only time someone loved me was last year until his feelings overwhelmed his slim limbs, he crumbled and crumpled under the burden of vulnerability. emotions small and nimble, crawling up and pouring out his mouth. he suffocated and that scared me so i ran. now i miss the crawlies and the crazy because […]
MorePossibilities in a Pane of Glass Did you ever Notice how bus Windows are just a little too High to see out of It could be an attempt to make Shorter People uncomfortable or it Could be to always keep you on your edge or Or maybe it’s on Purpose to Draw attention to the […]
MoreFlame Ek, do, theen, char, she counts, then lifts Her eyes, smudged with black kohl and Begins. The deep pink sari rustles As she spins out, then in, smooth, bright Tan arms open, then close. Her choli, The small blouse, fits perfectly at her shoulders, her chest, as she bends and weaves through the small […]
MoreThe Seasons Live on my Walls The pictures on the wall, Each a fragment of a memory, a shadow of the world, Each an image stolen from the park that sits right outside my window, Moments framed in tangled green leaves, seconds portrayed in bright pastels, All it takes is the turn of my head […]
MoreSpeaking With a Closed Mouth And so I plan to tell you how I feel, In words that can not just roll off the tongue because every m o v e m e n t that I make springs your image forward into my mind. How strong I grip that picture clears the color from […]
MoreKING OF ASPHALT Lying in the middle Of the road. His stately plumage Exposed in full splendor, Beak agape and saucer-eyed, The pigeon stretched his Neck disproportionally, as if Trying to escape The red beetle of His heart, slowly crawling, Its featherless, yellow claws Stark against the Pavement, and The flies. FOSSIL Rising bit by […]
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