Tag: story
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[581] The Blank Page Mocks
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The blank page rises from the eastIt watches the writer still asleepIt’s white light unable to penetrate the black light in the writer’s eyesThe writer wakes to its white silence Reaches for what the night forgot to keep The page offers nothing, asks for everything A mirror that reflects only those with courageAnd there it…
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[578] Walking At The Airport
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Before I could remember how to walk I always dreamt of flying The way Da Vinci dreamt it The way Icarus didn’t survive itThe way two brothers in Ohio said‘If birds can glide for long periods of time, then… why can’t I?’Waiting at the airport in my homeI see a pigeon between the legs of…
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[571] ok so i had this dream
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I think I’ll never be satisfied with moneybut it’s okayI’ve made my peace with it, mostlyI’m a perpetual unravelling of imagesfrom somewhere that passes for yesterdayI climbed a building made of goldits walls were cash, its stairs were silver singingI reached the top and found firecrackersthey burst with the sound of laughter ringingas the ground…
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[570] A Report to My Colony
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Like millions before him this one arrives at 3am, drawnas they always are, to the hum and the cold lightI watch from behind the refrigerator The way I have watched everything the meteor, the dinosaurs, his Monday morningsHe opens the door and the light catches his eyes which contains the feeling of guilt before it…
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[565] Pilgrimage on The River
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The anger of the riverfront teeming with salesmensubsided in the rocking of the boatHere, salesmen were counting moneyHere, passengers were getting their money’s worthHere, I wanted a connection with the OneDidn’t everyone want that in their own way?For them, God expressed itself throughthe money for their next mealthe ritual of circling the God’s islandFor me,…
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[564] The Will To Not Inherit
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Bathed deep in fever dreams, he held a frameThat claimed to hold the whole of sun and sky.It alchemised a clock to travel back through shame,To mend what broke the first and only time.His thoughts, too frail to shoulder mortal strain,Were pressed beneath the wrath of distant gods.Anger once drove him out of his homeLove…
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[563] The Stranger Who Wore My Face
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I fed the fireplace until it learned my nameand what was left called itself freeI searched for truth in every conversationbut found only the weight of my own listeningmy ears rang with every falsity I’d hearduntil silence became the only tongue I trustedbut even silence has an expiry dateand solitude began knocking from withinI opened…
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[562] Cry Me Rivers from Another Galaxy
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Cry me riversstill waiting to be mapped in another galaxy.My emotions rehearse themselveson a worldly stage of false fallaciesWords drift in the ether, circling, circlingall of them unfinished,all of them searching.Suppressed stories of the childfind its way on the pages of timeThe myths of humankindrepeat in the salt of our tearsThe lost, the unnamed,their pain…
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[560] Invisible Chords of Magical Music
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I saw a man who used to play the pianositting in the dark of a packed concert hall,His eyes narrowed at every passagethe way a judge studies an accused,wondering what he might have doneIf he were the one behind the keyboardand not this fellow in a shining black suit.I saw him again when the music…
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[559] The Cost of Loving
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The fire of love dims in every roomwhere the cost of living drowns the heart.Thought does not countwhen the gift of action goes astray.Tranquillity is never enoughwhen the next step demands a chase.What is ever enough?I ask that question every day.I walk away from the trees,their branches reaching out like memory.I run from the missteps…
Smoke words every day. 