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I fed her
pomegranate kisses
and she cried
at every frozen sunrise
for 180 days.
With cracks in my heart
and souls
caught in my hair
I counted 180 more.
pomegranate kisses
and she cried
at every frozen sunrise
for 180 days.
With cracks in my heart
and souls
caught in my hair
I counted 180 more.
Literature
Compendium
1.
Pair of lovers:
the greyed doves perch,
an old married couple.
2.
Lonely navigator—
a bumblebee lands, graceless;
the flower droops.
3.
The rain-swollen sky
bruised purple, and darkening:
work of angry gods.
4.
Lanterns released—
a thousand midnight suns;
night becomes day.
5.
Kitchen cyclamen,
yearning for raindrops
a window away.
6.
Silver dragon
weaving through fields—
overflowed river.
7.
Afternoon sun
meets the stained glass door—
light-dance ensues.
8.
Night sky, aglow:
yellow gleaming of the
lightbulb moon.
9.
Citrus silence:
an afternoon respite
by the lemon tree.
Literature
for unseeing eyes
laden with sky
we stumbled
and painted mockingbirds
on loveless branches
folding in our slender limbs
and ducking under our own
voices, fidgety and frail
against the wall of night.
between the dipping blades
and drawn shoulders
we learned to craft our words
steady-soft,
a drumming rain
that carved canyons
in open hearts and
drew the sunshine to
our supping lips.
keen-eyed, we watched
remembering the weight
of unseeing eyes
and scalding remarks
and we learned to slip
the noose-knots and slide
through the soul-cracks
and somehow
build kingdoms under
upturned noses.
with lyrical uncertainty
and tender determinat
Literature
Levitation
Observe.
This is how women walk away.
In broken heels
and secondhand jackets,
cigarette smoke in their hair
and no kiss goodbye.
Do not mock.
It is what it should be.
A girl in a car,
hanging a u-turn
on a glistening, empty street.
Her body is a road to be traveled.
A shipwreck to be plundered.
She does not know how she got here,
and she does not care.
And it does not matter.
This is how women smile.
Knowing, secretive,
though her cheeks are sore.
Though the wind
is blowing right through her clothes.
Though there is no good music
on the radio, and no food
in the refrigerator.
This is just an impression.
An idea of nir
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In which the author writes about mythology and gross, disgusting love.
Written for 's Inner Divinity Contest.
For those of you who don't know, Hades/Pluto is the Greek/Roman deity of the Underworld. He kidnapped Persephone and brought her to his home where she ate four pomegranate seeds. According to the Fates, one who eats the food of Underworld must spend eternity there, but Persephone was allowed to return to her mother for half of the year, corresponding to the spring/summer months.
In which the author writes about mythology and gross, disgusting love.
Written for 's Inner Divinity Contest.
For those of you who don't know, Hades/Pluto is the Greek/Roman deity of the Underworld. He kidnapped Persephone and brought her to his home where she ate four pomegranate seeds. According to the Fates, one who eats the food of Underworld must spend eternity there, but Persephone was allowed to return to her mother for half of the year, corresponding to the spring/summer months.
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Amazing work!