Eyes
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December Dare!
Toja has eyes that were amber gold, now they fill with hate; but it is this kind of month: gorgeous sacred emotions. We are descendants of blessings or what? I cannot hate you back Toja, its too late. There was a killer double rainbow last evening 4pm, in chilly drizzle. We ran to the terrace Continue reading
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We hurt my eyes
we, ripe with hunger we bare stories of need in our skins ~ yesterday I saw a woman stooped over another in wheel chair & their million velvet wrinkles; yesterday I saw a girl pouting for the camera of her young man in worn out sandals in a dusk burnt with fire. We hurt my Continue reading
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The Greatest Human Need*
You see It* in naked mouths, in burdened markets, in death cells & cathedrals; we all await the same thing. I saw It last week in a wee apartment & momma with sick child, saw It crying in the Street yesterday outside a Cafe: a man sat in Crossword puzzles; his face sunk. A couple Continue reading
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To know you are loved, is being a garden in full bloom
*her name was Pinku I cannot describe the stink of the room with not one normal smelling thing in it. We had just walked through slush to get here. Marin, the lady with ash blonde fringe and eyes like green stars, she ploughs on as if it were a normal day. In the room, the Continue reading
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Broken Places
It was the first church I’d remember, breaking tiles and a rectangular room with mats. They sat in raggedy rows, some with tobacco stained teeth and rings in their ears. The men too. If they smoked, it was within their teeth: tiny rolled tobacco leaf that glowed and let out its acrid fumes. When the Continue reading
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Don’t die…
it’s too late. HE already took that. Too late to just survive, nah this time round, we dance our eyes to His Light. In His breath, we breathe. Yeah with His feet, we dance again. *** P.S. Any Ads.seen here are not supported by this Site. You see them because this is not paid Premium Continue reading
