Posted by PrachyaReview | Aug 31, 2019 | Poetry |
A Way of Life To move about the kitchen while he sat for days looking at the floor. Both of them somber— he with the pale look in dark thoughts, she with resignation and a bit of here we go again. No one spoke the word,...
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LOST THINGS The book goes into the refrigerator My slippers are under my clothes I look for something – Now, what is it I am looking for I find a piece of paper, I look at it intently It is important, I think, must...
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Fairy Tale for a Young Inpatient Down, down, way down, at the very bottom of the old wishing well, the one with the broken crank, no rope, and no pail, the one still covered by the quaint, scant roof meant to keep other...
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When everyone else turns their back on you, breaking words that ring true, I’ll hold your hand. I’ll go with you. When the rest of them pretend again to be a-kin, I’ll go with you; when being itself is yet a sin...
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hatch my body aches the darkness has eaten into the marrow of my bones everything hurts from my mind through to my soul there’s no escape hatch from this protein for a celestial being my brain is turning to mush scoop it...
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