• Shoes

    The soles antediluvian of my hollow being sustain with silent patience, or patient silence, the blunt end of your insecurities and neuroses. Have you ever thought of the beatings I get from ...

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    Shoes
  • Graduation Day

    It dawns like a day Of impending doom: I stand on the cracked second-floor corridor And stare at the rusty bars Of the three-decade-old balcony. A guttural prayer escapes my chapped lips For I ...

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    Graduation Day
  • Stone

    Stolen from the aria Of crashing forest waters, Ripped like a body's heart; A-bleeding A stone. Stories of war shattered Long since; Dead hearts wielding World War II's disease Inside. From ...

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    Stone
  • Jihad: Another Sunday Morning

    reckoning has come my mama tells me that I am a heretic that I’d rather wear my unwashed denim cut-offs than kiss the feet of elevated saints Sunday morn is a struggle when I’d rather keep ...

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    Jihad: Another Sunday Morning
  • The Voyage

    Cutting through waves A swath of foam; Green-gray curdles Trail underfoot. A raft of makeshift hopes, Adrift for days And aimless: Steered blindly on. Beyond the mist, Cobbles and rock-bits ...

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    The Voyage

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