Sun falls on parched earth Scorched remains linger All about is still… waiting The clap of thunder is heard A rumble in the distance …hope is kindled An expectant breath catches …in my chest But it was a tease, not a promise The winds change Once again I am abandoned Used up Brittle, thirsting and alone… Beneath the shared […]
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Aurora Australis The stars spun in a flashing cloud purple and blue—pulsating and out of the middle of the swirl shone a black ray, seeming to fold in on itself, expanding simultaneously ser lat allar etoy eelh ottop alalalala ashalla shalla shallalalala ser atalate piercing my ears in its grasp crashing heavenly lightning upon my head.
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Restless in holidays Trace of white frost on green grass, red ribbons on the fences, menorahs on the lawns, red, green, and silver lights on pine trees manmade icicles on front eaves It is that time of the year again. Boxed ornaments welcome their short-lived freedom while hang on branches of indoor pines. Decorated shop-fronts invite window-shoppers […]
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GHOSTS I do not have a presence and she tells me she is a ghost. Substance has that kind of weight. You talk to the streams radiating from the edge of the river as if each one were a snake that fat and walk into an outer universe to draw the night with color, quick and simple, exactly like life […]
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We are all creatures of this great earth — interconnected in ways beyond understanding. Take elephants. So big. So strong. And yet, when a member of the herd passes, even elephants mourn. They gather around, extend their trunks, and gently touch the tusks of their fallen friend. It’s their ritual. It’s how they heal. And it’s sad. And it’s beautiful. […]
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HAILSTORM OF HELLFIRE One hour dissolves degradingly into the next And my eyes burn with dead sunlight and my own dusty misery As I wait in helpless spiritual poverty For whatever new hailstorm of hellfire Is next to knock on my door. My dignity has been taken. My children are being stolen. Each day my recovery takes more from me. […]
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We moved from filth to slime, It wasn’t swift, it took some time But movement came and we progressed. We moved, from place to place, Stayed a while and then we chased Our dreams to rainbow’s feet. We moved, from grass. To concrete grey, Some roads we took and lost our way, To live again as filth and slime. […]
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Rear View Mirror Basking on the beaches of the Amalfi Coast I left the world behind, in southern Italy. It was so unique and exclusive. I was glad to see the dust fly in my rear view mirror.
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Living Outside the Box – By Mankh The Empire likes to put people in boxes, from airy crib to nailed-tight casket and in-between in psychological boxes, wrapped identities with ornate bows but never bowing with humility, packages to be delivered, opened, liked, disliked, discarded, shelved for coffee table conversation starters scripted performances fearing surprises yet jack-in-the-box can provide pleasant giggles […]
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All I need is a drop of dew and the shade of cherry tree to think to think a lovely thought.
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