Month: January 2018

Yesterday

Guest Contributions • 5 Comments

Yesterday I wrote a poem For a girl with dim eyes And nice lips For a girl with a fine face and small hips...

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My soul is not free

Musings

Fake smiles real tears: my soul is not free, I thought we were family but you showed me we can't be....

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Trapped

Musings

My soul is troubled, I can't get it to think; only this morning, I have been grumbling about everything....

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Location

Musings

A dancing baby, a laughing tree: I should blame you for behaving badly, parking outside a sharia court....

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Sweat and shoes

Musings

I love to sweat when I work, for therein lies my deep thought's...

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Disaster and echo

Musings • One Comment

Disaster and echo My nipples hurt...

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Acceptance

Musings • One Comment

Reliable is for children, who eat and wash hands; a naked baby wears a black socks, his penis looks small....

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Death and Babies

Musings • 2 Comments

Talking bodies; praying lips. She is sad about the lady, or perhaps the baby she killed, pretending to mourn by shaving her hair....

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For David

Musings

Poetry is everywhere, you always told me. Unless you sniff me I never saw it....

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Cold Wall

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Everybody is busy with life You said you will call me last night....

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