The sun
Bright orange with brilliant rays of violent red
Blinding and binding me to the softened pink sky it floats in.
Category: poetry
My Dormant Self
Since when
Did my life become reduced to
glass computer screens and shiny cellphone sheens;
Drink Paraphernalia
Gather us all on this festive occasion
to consume the ingredients of the celebration.
Family, supper, moonlight, spirits;
daggers, demons, desolation.
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Oh, what a tease is He!
Who dangles the prospect of love
in front of your nose
History Set in Stone
Slabs of immense lime
tell a story in themselves
of a people born in blessing, displaced, and back again.
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