Category: Poetry
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Poetry from the Vault
It is precisely the sort of thing I am always trying to do in my writing – to present my unhappy reader with a wide-ranged chaos – of actions and reactions, thoughts, memories and feelings – in the vain hope that at the end he will see that the whole thing represents only one moment,…
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Father
he said ‘my absence is strong and warm. it will hold you. it will teach you how to miss. how to be without. and how to survive anyway.’ -how my father raised me –Nayyirah Waheed I blinked and suddenly 6 months passed since my last writing. Not for lack of material per se, but rather…
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Dreams Darkly Dreamt
“They’ve promised that dreams can come true- but forgot to mention that nightmares are dreams, too. –Oscar Wilde As the world locks down around me, so too does it seem that I am running into a bit of trouble in the dream world as well. Most nights, nightmares have replaced my normal dreams. Dark dreams…
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A Known Stranger
“All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life’s heart.” –Kahlil Gibran Everyone is a dreamer. To what extent, depends on the individual. I’ve learned over time that, just as every person is different, so too is every…
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Hopeful, the Spirit
“If someone does not want me it is not the end of the world. But if I do not want me, the world is nothing but endings.” — Nayyirah Waheed And so the year has turned to its close, and as I heal from wounds of my own choosing, I find myself turning introspective again.…
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Some Personal Poetry
I am signaling you through the flames. The North Pole is not where it used to be. Manifest destiny is no longer manifest. Civilization self-destructs. Nemesis is knocking at the door. What are poets for, in such an age? What is the use of poetry? The state of the world calls out for poetry to…
Just a Poor Ghost 