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Month: January 2018

Exclusive eyes

Posted on 18/01/2018 by Vin_R1999

Exclusive Eyes   The changes in the temperature when they walk into the room, my desires and my memories all hang upon a loom.   Exclusive eyes they do not care for me, they see only beauty and it’s me they fail to see. their sepia gaze drawn down from a million nights as the…

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four doves

Posted on 18/01/2018 by peterlebaige

four doves that morning of rain the islands hard adrift in cloud four white doves on the shell by the waves coming lightly in flew off out above the grey washing silver slivered tide in an arc wide as the sea i tried to guess what four white doves could mean for me on a…

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last night

Posted on 17/01/2018 by Mark Prisco

The heart pumped with blood is the origin of thought & the worms between my ears suck it dry, tell it as it is, like a tape recorder would.   I hear it & I’m interested & I want to, dig in; get away from, but. We have lost   touch. Understand: that: if this…

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beached and boyant in the sun

Posted on 15/01/2018 by Philomena

The girls laughed and heaped more sea-weed on the luscious pile where Lavinia sat They all had scuba masks and snorkels It wasn’t that That made me grin, just their glee and yelps in high pitch The shore was busy with delight all ages played and filled my sight with happiness Waves carried brown bodies…

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Beached and boyant in the sun

Posted on 15/01/2018 by Philomena

The girls laughed and heaped more sea-weed on the luscious pile where Lavinia sat They all had scuba masks and snorkels It wasn’t that That made me grin, just their glee and yelps in high pitch The shore was busy with delight all ages played and filled my sight with happiness Waves carried brown bodies…

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Lovers outside

Posted on 15/01/2018 by Origin8

He peered through, the dust infested curtain. He recoiled,  coughed, And resumed. He focused his sluggish eyes, To a couple of youth. They approached each other, From land to sea; they touched. A kiss, a simple love; A childish romance. A tear trickled down the man’s, dried skin. Moments past, He forgot, The lovers outside….

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ways to disconnect

Posted on 14/01/2018 by Mark Prisco

I opened my eyes an hour later. The long cabbage tree was waving. The Jasmines flowered along the back wall; nothing had changed. I’m half dreaming; how easy it is to fold, to stare at a mottled sky, fall in the pool, hear nothing but reverie. A key turns the lock & my stomach drops….

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the owl

Posted on 13/01/2018 by Mark Prisco

She calls – to whom, to what – only a dog retorted   & a drunk, & was it worth it? The mouse stricken nods & shakes his head.

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I am sorry

Posted on 12/01/2018 by Origin8

    I am sorry I don’t want to stand still I want to begin to crawl And walk, run and jump But the sinking sand stops me Me and all of my stars high in the heavens. I am sorry My heart is weak and I am weak without a heart My lungs fill…

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Cleopatras Cats

Posted on 12/01/2018 by Editor

What’s this deal Cleopatra did with the cats? Do they play trumpet in a jazz band? Why doesn’t somebody answer that bloody phone? Somebody said something off topic, They glanced at one another, Emptied the words gone to the wind, But her eyes met his, They both knew in unison what it meant,

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all souls, 1902

Posted on 11/01/2018 by Mark Prisco

the dirty Thames. the dirty brown fog. i lie upon my bed hands behind my head. walk the boards watch the boats roll by. i’m   open to the voices on the street, wheels, the clatter that makes me glad to be, alone. my bones, only, weigh me down, my existential leanings. doctor,   12/12/17

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the boy for you

Posted on 09/01/2018 by Mark Prisco

is gone but   there he was, with   yellow hair, or brown hair &, the eyes are   any color you want.   december 2017

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