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This lounge at dusk Full of whispering Long shadows. Three sitters on the windowsill — snake plant, jade plant, maidenhair vine— Savour the humid soil…
May 17
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The leaves of memory
The name stuck At the tip of the tongue Like a blood drop from a bitten lip. The face, sketched With the watercolors Of a broken pavement puddle.
Apr 30
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Samsara
The ways a poem is born are inscrutable.
Jan 24
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Pawned
Happy that a short story of mine was accepted by a reputable publication, I opened my laptop to dig up a poem I had left half-finished a fortnight ago.
Jan 17
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Sad
In Old English, sad means solid. The slithering “s” slid all the way from grief to sturdiness freezing the liquid heart. Retrace the way to deep water…
Sep 21, 2025
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Ephemeron
The butterfly inside my chest Hates her dark rib cage.
May 2, 2025
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Nobody
My name is Nobody A name to steer clear of Cyclops Α nameless face Hides my intentions From the monsters Of conformity It takes a shipwreck To find a…
Apr 12, 2025
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Laconism
Spartans talked little. With oracular speech, Verdicts and ultimatums, Apophthegms and Aphorisms, Compressed Their gigantic notions Into dwarfish words…
Mar 31, 2025
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