Volume 8, Issue 2
Garden Diary, Wednesday 10 a.m.
A parade of roses welcomes visitors: / hi, they say, whispering sweet nothings / in a voice filled with rainbow hues, / not knowing their leaves will…
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The Tree Trunk
Hollowed out, as full of black miasma / As a tea bowl; ants skittle around / Its ringless rim, while down below / The roots wash up from the ocean / Of…
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Botheration
Steamy summer’s day, / insects are on the prowl / competing with my swats / for the available air. / It should be gratifying / that at least something /…
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Breathing
The barks of a pack / of dogs echo / echo down the empty streets / Breathe slow / one-two / Breathe deep / three-four / A car alarm sounds, / the wind…
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Midday Minuet
High / wispy clouds / dance across this / noon sky, nebulous ribbons / pirouetting around the / bright white / sun
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To a Home that was not my own
I hated your smile the warmth of your touch the gentle / violence of your hands as you forced a strange tongue / into my mouth and even stranger faces…
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My Africa
Land of my ancestors / Today you call me and I ponder / I’m a stranger to your rooster’s morning crow / To the natural smell of your plants / Adding…
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Truth & Reconciliation
If you had asked me / I would have shared with you / My land my ways even my heart / But you wanted it all / You took my home from me / Carrying me far…
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Wild Fire
At the end of days / They say we will not know / Our own roofs from the midnight sky / Whether to fling our barrels / Or capture our last gasps within…
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A Handful of Dust
One hand holds the sands / of time within its grasp. / See / the granules seeping past / clutched fingers? / I am the relic, drawn up / from tear parched…
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The Dreams of Howard Kirk
Outside The Falls Library / Magpies sound like sewing machines. / Inside, mass typing / Echoes their chattering. / One day, our messages / Will arrive…
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For GG
On my last bender I saw / Apollonius of Tyana / In my shaving mirror, / And gasped / Until the glass / Steamed over. / Then, corpse candles / In the…