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Africa ~ An Easter Tragedy (published poem)

At the Magistrate’s Court in Harare, a crowd gathered outside weeping for men and women who carry an invisible cross.
Cherry

Africa ~ Roots & Wings (published poem)

A newsletter sent by Eddie Cross from Bulawayo (Zimbabwe) on 19th February 2007 which appeared on the Great North Road Bulletin Board, inspired this poem.

Day 04 - Dark Jon

1 part Mail headline, 2 parts taste for the finer things.

Column

Unsuspected happenstance, a womb memory with slapped face and gauntleted hands, a history sitting before you, open but surrounded by sourceless red light. Heavy winds that have borne me,

static

the music began to play and they couldn't stop themselves, they danced and danced, that was all they did, until they died.

Seeds that none see

Given, the seeds that i said so when what they saw was the tree, unbidden they grow, and with a crunchy bite my eye the apple is half left. Spit kernel into shade, a leafy half-light

The sentence

The form of words that unlocks that fastened box, safe, and chest wide open shuts that open door attempted by a hungry face of a dream crossed.

Roadside Dinosaur

And who knows how many gizzard stones...
Cherry

Those Who Enjoy Repression

So this one's a Valentine to those who crave neatness/ It's understandable! Sometimes a cure seems delicious. Much cleaner than regulating a spot of indulgence with a dam explosion of loans

Mar-lee-bone

As the doors clunk shut, the glass buffed by subterranean elves in the rare shutdown hours, he sees his mistake whizz by.
Cherry

Day 34

I believe in fathers but not that I have one.
Cherry

Prayer

Poem

When looking in the mirror

You’re tumbling and you’re falling through rivulets of rhyme, You see the world in couplets, rhythm beating out each line.

Did the Earth Move For You, Darling? (True story)

...the freestanding wardrobe was not so much free to stand, as free to rock about as though auditioning for Disney’s Fantasia...

Tropical rain

Vapors of steam belly dance their way across the hot asphalt stage
Cherry

Day 03 - Светлана Феофанова

More a reworking of a short story today.

Under the Oak

prose...poem...phew

Alcoholic

It's a tough title to accept to let the world know that many of your seeming highs were bereft of golden balance, to confess to yourself that your many alibis are a pack of rotten lies

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