words create worlds
I knew very, very little about Māori people or their spiritual culture until two years ago, when miracle after miracle after miracle flied me to New Zeeland. At that time, I was not sure if I was gonna make it, if I was going to arrive there and also return back home alive. I even […]
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Do not step on the dead leaves (bent veins still mourn their youth) until they decompose (an agony of memories still haunts their spine) from vibrant green, to yellow, then to brown, (in shriveled bodies laid on egotistic ground,) do not step on their shadows on the pavement (the fizzled dust of once majestic highs) […]
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” FREE VERSE REVOLUTION is self revolution through poetry and short prose. ” I loved this first line in the About section of this magazine. That’s why I dared to send my poems to them. This month’s theme was melancholy. And here is my poem: Thinking out loud I still don’t know why blue turns […]
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A misty gap between the chambers of your heart (A left upside the righteous sigh, a right down to the left behind) clenched atoms blurring your vision (the matter of your sounding mind on steps displaced from time) of walking mirrors passing by your rusty veins of life. Awaiting for the blade to glide on […]
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Should I be tasting your inner feast or rainy waves of green and blue, (Buried alive, sunk in my eyes, still fighting, yes, against the brute), should I prefer effervescence to heavy liquids of abyss (the flame inside the stony heart your endless thoughts dismiss) when the silenced mirror breaks in outward light (your margins […]
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