These words oh, these words what a suffering death and abundant life this furtive multitude of polar opposites; for it is known while a poem penned… Read more “A Poet and Her Words – Sabrina Escorcio”
Tag: love
Trajectory – Candice Louisa Daquin
Time only haunts you once hardened in amber the fly immortal a draft to whisk away sorrow, in our lives we sleep on our hope for to… Read more “Trajectory – Candice Louisa Daquin”
Un cadre semi-sauvage – Candice Louisa Daquin
Feminism in the late eighties showed itself to me incompletely a chain-smoking, pencil-thin waif thought she was a sister didn’t have a clean bra to burn in… Read more “Un cadre semi-sauvage – Candice Louisa Daquin”
Disciple of love – Candice Daquin
When I met you, I had no tears When you left me, I had too many They didn’t stop Though all the experts On saline tear production… Read more “Disciple of love – Candice Daquin”
Movement Song- Audre Lorde
I have studied the tight curls on the back of your neck moving away from me beyond anger or failure your face in the evening schools of… Read more “Movement Song- Audre Lorde”
Lithograph…- Eric Syrdal
Near the hollow Where the babbling brook plays Where willows bow their shaggy helms juniper kneels to holly And oaks remove their crowns There lived a… Read more “Lithograph…- Eric Syrdal”
WAR
Broken hearts, broken oaths, Broken dreams, broken peace. The truce is over. I hope you have chosen your side. I know well enough which one… Read more “WAR”
letters for a certain nobody. #2- Ra’ahe Khayat
i miss the way your heart used to fuck mine in the middle of a crowd, as everyone looked over at us, without ever seeing how fast… Read more “letters for a certain nobody. #2- Ra’ahe Khayat”
You asked too much of me- Kristiana Reed
My heart has a question, it asks with bleeding gums gingivitis raw: Will I always find you in love stories which aren’t mine? Will you… Read more “You asked too much of me- Kristiana Reed”
the things that find sound in the quiet.- Ra’ahe Khayat
we are used to finding closure in the way the years come closer to us, on those drugged out nights when all i can ever truly miss… Read more “the things that find sound in the quiet.- Ra’ahe Khayat”
