Poem – By Simon Perchik

  This shallow dish dead center though its glass is commonplace shimmering into mist   –it’s not the usual birth or that fragrance still moist from the womb, reaching out   to be born in the open –you cool this tea the way every breath   divides in half then half again and again till all that’s left is snow […]

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Poem By SIMON PERCHIK

Poem By SIMON PERCHIK * So you let the water boil as if you were not yet born and already breathing it   can barely make out the bubbles burdened by sunlight the way some ancient sea   struggles inside, hangs on to bells –it’s a battered pot, beaten and the dead who still ask why reefs   are needed […]

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Poem By SIMON PERCHIK

Poem By SIMON PERCHIK * This field has so many lips and though the fire is out these clouds still darken –each breath   overflows with icy streams and stones left out to dry –it’s natural for a sky to let itself in   the way your shadow on impulse looks down and in the open grieves with the only […]

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Poem – The Fern (By DS Maolalai)

The Fern   these are days; people with nothing to do doing nothing. people with things to do doing those things. the sun out, loud and shining, like a child screaming at a dropped ice-cream, but weak enough to freeze you in a shadow. people sometimes in houses touching their hands against the clock. staring at computers. or older, looking […]

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