in the blink of an eye
By nancy_am
speed poetry
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on Mr. Hughes' death
Speed poem. Inspiration point: catapult. (Courtesy of FuseLit even though I never actually got round to writing it when I should have)
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All India will ever be, fits in the palm of your hand
for the things, the people, we cannot forget
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He looked just like my mother's baby brother
He deteriorated fast. The last time I saw him before we went to the hospital, he was crossing the street. It was winter, I remember because he was...
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There are no new words but everything is a poem
There are no new words for death in Syria, where children are dying of bombs and bullets and polio, because disease is DNA and a human being with his...
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Your mother wrote me a thank you note
...about Christmas eve and the first night that it felt like I was becoming a part of your family when we sat in the back of your parents SUV and...
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