August memories

Here, on this couch I am visited by august memories Of you: lying here, on this couch Crooning, a well tuned stringed Instrument, plucked skillfully Your voice comes to me In a whisper: are you still inside me? I shiver. I am back to an earlier time When you take me in fully, all night…

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Nebula

Boy meets girl And tequila The roof is lit on fire He lies down and counts The stars. She lies down And counts the stars too He starts at Orion and walks Backwards, meets her at Pleiades. Together they form a nebula A constellation of comets Burning brightly But for a moment.

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Hello

hello, stranger, former lover. how quickly love turned to indifference when friends turn to adversaries, like grape vine turned sour, there is hope. love and hate are opposite sides of the same coin. but when friends turn strangers, like a fruitful fig tree now barren, hope withers falls to the ground and dies. hello, stranger…

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Love is a mixtape

Listen to the voice of the wind Caressing your heart To the soft crooning of Love making your heart dance wildly Listen to the melody of a heart Stirred by passion Listen, oh listen To reggae, to blues To soul Love is a mixtape, a symphony It’s Beethoven, Brahms, Bach. And jazz And hip-hop. It’s…

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Hope is a tender sprig

Hope is a tender sprig Sprouting in the soft Soil of morning. It does Not yet know of the glare Of the harsh sun, how the Moisture that sustains it will Bubble over, boil and cook its Root, how the very particles That opened up to let it rise Will conspire to choke its existence….

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