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Half Asleep and Half Awake
I relish the now rare states of being held by a half sleep space… where a companion feels no compulsion to move, or even open her eyes. Where our voices connect in languages foreign to the masses who claim to … Continue reading
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The Purpose of Poetry
Poetry has no purpose. None at all. It seems to be some kind of emission from a busy mind, a broken heart, a clouded memory, a longed for future. It has no purpose because it does not fulfill any of … Continue reading
The Stirring
She lifts her face … She says she can touch the sky, So it is she that scatters these clouds abandoned in a long-ago last goodbye. There’s a story by Pasternak, “He let go of my hand,” Tanya says with … Continue reading
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The Sound of Distance (#25wtT)
Some sounds I hear Through your silence You’re listening And I am waiting Until you echo. Then you see my point And I hear music. tis nothing if not heardEmailTwitterFacebook0PrintGoogle
Feathers
Faith is a feather on a sandy beach Jarred from its station by the slightest breeze. And love is a feather placed on your forehead Lost in the whisper by what a sage might say. Time is a feather dropped in … Continue reading
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Lost in a Poem
I chose a black parchment and left my poem in light gray letters. The words were underwhelming, but the darkness overtook you. Years later I re-read cautiously in low light; you’re somewhere on these pages. tis nothing if not heardEmailTwitterFacebook0PrintGoogle
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Intersections
Swaying on the train, Lovers lean and my lips Curl and part vicariously That I might complete Their kiss. I move with them In their hesitation with their Tongues’ self-consciousness. I only imagine If they were us Our uncompleted love. … Continue reading
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Over Time, We Do This To Each Other
Words soften, subtle caress upon ears, imbued with light held eyes. Aloft, then settling in currents of the hearts cascading over rock; spilling, trilling, in singing waters we go wading. ‘Tis pain pressed tenderly against wrapped and fragile bone, for so long inflicted with … Continue reading
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Composition in Completion
I was once the music of my era So melodic and lyrically astute and I painted myself into the foreground of a song and became both composer and instrument. I’ve become the narrator of my own drama, the protagonist, villain, … Continue reading
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Franklin Graham – The Rescinding of Duke University’s Decision to Allow the Adhan on Friday
Note: Some of these writings have been sitting in my draft box for some time – but they are still contemporary issues and controversies… necessary discomforts that guide change. Like much of my writing, this is parked here until it … Continue reading