Day Two: Dublin, Ireland.
Sitting here with a view of predawn Dublin; Lights slowly flicker on, A dark morning comes to fruition. Stretching and yawning moans,-cold to chill the bones through, And the others are asleep while I...
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Our days can be acutely measured: Bus schedules, warm showers, and brushed pearly teeth, A bag full of books to read, a cigarette, and a high priced coffee— Between The Texts assigned, And the texts...
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A life made of days, A year made of moments; How we will forget— The places in between.
View Articleforgotten change
A monoculture of plants in a field offers a species fading— a group of homogeneous acts between skyscrapers offers a… well, you get the point. *** Now, I must have stepped onto the bus and forgotten my...
View Articlehalf made up
Half of my person, my body, my ghost, my own; though you are outside in the cold, wind through bare trees blown— near thoughts in the mind—full, on edge a clear glass of water in my saliva, in my...
View ArticleMonday Anon Anew
Monday is a rebirth of the past two days forgotten— a new moment, a new mindset, and a new chance. Though, we are the oldest we’ve ever been right now. Still, we are young as is, as naïve, as buds on...
View ArticleA Unique Poetry Slam,
where difference is proclaiming your hardships in the same way as everyone else.
View ArticleA Moment Mid-Commute
Slowing my advance the smell of fresh dew on bending grass, deeply rich, as pubic loin, naturally beaded, morning fruit, coming up into me. Passing chance is a pedestrian at another drink, to sup, to...
View ArticleCollege Park in the Past
Shades of the trees toward western skies rest a cool shadow on a once brilliant face, where the lacquer for paint had peeled. Smack of fuzzed tennis balls hurled in the wind, zipping with bugs in a St....
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