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…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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