Category Archives: poetry

talking to the sun

talking to the sun the cars stop at red, a momentary block, as the gaunt but big-boned man — with sun-baked face and arms, hair and beard dangling wiry, crinkled like loose threads of his faded-violet duffel bag slung on … Continue reading

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enchanted

  ‘nice to see, nice to hold, once broken, considered sold.’   — anonymously printed on a signboard at a borders store   spells to sell modern magic spells, flasks of fortune to dispense ancient human greed stir up the cauldron, lift … Continue reading

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still lost in time at the 10:10

when the 10:10 strikes   the public is normally a band of toy soldiers for  mainstream and social media to play with.   what will you be  when at 10:10 the clock strikes?   © ssj 2018 Notes:  Lifted from a postcard … Continue reading

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splitting seconds

splitting seconds this is what a WTD moment on 71st Sinaiyah at my 10: 10:00 AM looks like from the driver’s seat: narrow asphalt lanes no longer than a mile going and coming empty but for the single file of … Continue reading

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lost in time

lost in time one day gone and i don’t remember anymore how my little brother looks like — blame my eyes for they have seen  much to the seclusion of simplicity  a lock of golden hair mingling with the innocence … Continue reading

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countless colors shall bring tomorrow

countless colors shall bring tomorrow the fires of life taste the flavor of dwarf gardens in poets’ dreams raised by cold river on rushing currents. nearby, a bare tree smiles at the sky and rises directly to the wind: behold … Continue reading

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a mother’s whisper

  a mother’s whisper the sad letters of empty pages sit with me and my daily wages, mother whispers from miles of hue: back home my son they look for you  on window sills where hang the stars  that pluck … Continue reading

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