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blood moon risen

a blood moon risen, is it blemished with my sins, wounded with my pains? © said sadain, jr.  2018  Notes: In case you’d wonder whether I somehow managed to commandeer a Tesla Roadster and managed to drive up beyond the stratosphere … Continue reading

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The Tempest

The Tempest It looms on the horizon riding the back of waves raising sails in ashen canvas that can only burst to spread fury and fire rains and dancing dervishes. It draws in breath to still the air so that … Continue reading

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last man standing

last man standing under the moon this day each day the clock reminds my eyes are tired as if i do not know, the dark room unclasps me into the dusk to grapple with bleary visions of tomorrow, i am … Continue reading

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Babel Rising: 4 – At 4:00 am

4 – At 4:00 am At 4:00 am, Salm woke up with the ethereal feeling that the whole night sky was shining through the window. His tabletop, tilted 110o to face his bed, was glowing softly. It was strange that his … Continue reading

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Babel Rising: 3 – There were days when

 3 – There were days when There were days when Salm felt that his father gave him the personal agent for a grand but mysterious purpose, maybe deeper than the purposes of those characters in that classic cult film, “Men … Continue reading

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mt. tumantangis

mt. tumantangis (from the collection: Mt. Tumantangis and Other Poems on Sulu) she lays open the breast to the sea and crouches low enough to ward off the winds, her brows impose the wisdom of the time harder than the jutting … Continue reading

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windows are made for breathing

windows are made for breathing even when they’re closed they get more respect than doors that divide when shut or disquiet when open

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