Beauty For Ashes Trees begetting, leaves unfurling Traders trading, lives unfolding Legacies crafted, stories told Time can’t touch these memories Like shadows cast in a dream From the seeds we sow unseen A swift passing Hope slipping through our grasp Dreams lost in a single breath Fading like sunlight’s last kiss Nothing to…
El-roi– Once, my mother said everyone owns a voice. Each different from the other, How do I tell the world that I stammer? That it would take a donkey years for them to make out my letters. How do I tell my tale when I haven’t said they need a chair- In case their…
Fire-songs about my brother as a tape of absentia- Reality made me cruel. Outside my body, is a burgled door – my Red bright flowers crashes with apricots. My mouth has abridged The distance of the wind. A sea has practiced it’s drowning. Fire Has cocked my neighbor’s room. I take a sip of…
Litany of A Broken Sacrament; How I Carry My Brother’s Sins I shall rewrite my heart into my eyes and squeeze out a whole river of tears, sprinkling more than a thousand drops at the visage of heaven or anywhere synonymous to the presence of God. Behold, melancholy is a taste, clinched…
I write to you; you holder of our broken pieces I begin this poem with the theory of how men Sing the songs of grief and hold our broken images together, So when this poem gives birth to the storm Mother was the first to sip the snow, strangling On the whirlwind of…
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