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death
WORDS: the soil solemnly recites the namesof those whose stories live on the headstone inscription. the flowers vicariously live;forever striving to capture life’s vivacity. subdue the dim by the blaze of lightand ask not the sunrise why it beams on death. blossoming breath becomes dead shadows of those to whom we should have been our Read more
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coming
WORDS: coming from the womb; cradled by my mother. and she came from the sun but father was the thunder. my brothers were waves and my sisters were the storm. the sun settles and the calm stretches out the dawn. inscribed on my iris was a place where seasons explode; either winter or summer my Read more
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control
sometimes, hands become colonised, adept in taking things that are yours. segregate the seconds quickly when they ask to purchase time. maybe borders, maybe water maybe speech, maybe song. memories and melodies that our country is a bird. minding its business she rests in her nest, of scattered twigs and leaves. holes poked in her Read more
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civil war
a sharp bullet spits its venom and its hiss ricochet a reverb across the sky. the dark sky swallows the sound and the wind carries a speck of its pain. revolving in the four corners it flies nonchalantly and sinks in to pierce piously. the crimson honey drips gently onto the arid earth as the Read more
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black sheep
clearing out the truths in my closet i find another.amidst the chaos and the calm, there drapes the dark woollen coat. persistently promising to always be in vogue. its length smiles at my older self its warmth laughs at my latter days its style larks at the former self its size beams in my Read more
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black calla lilies
WORDS: someone knew the skyline was a fading hope; and painted the horizon pale. someone laid the genocide on rivers; and charred the bodies with paraffin. someone knew the children were flowers; and divested their roots to wither. someone collected memories of fathers teardrops; and threw it at the grave of sons. someone knew our Read more
