Mulitdicipinary Writer
Category: Poetry
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Poem: Guava Juice Dated: yesterday Context: This poem is about transactional relationships with fathers that are emotionally and financially frugal. It questions the value of manhood and affection when both are measured in breadcrumbs and cheap offerings. Author’s note: While I hesitate to publicly share such an intimate, emotionally loaded poem with pungent imagery and…
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The moral of the story is this: The less you’re around, the more you fill my mind.The harder I try to want you less, the less I want anyone else.The closer my heart leans in your direction, the further I am from sleep.The more I try to let you go, the less connected I am…
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I bring an unfamiliar teato my lips and sit in silence. I don’t know howthis mind deteriorated. I remember feelinga switch, almost,flip inside cueingcredit to roll too early,perhaps accidentally. Since then,everything beganto float around me. What do I do now?With thoughts hung likeupside down furniture,afloat without direction;with my soul in pitiful condition. Constantly, I amconfused…
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My oldest dream slipsfrom beneath me. The heaven I chasedsince childhood likea pup would endlesslychase its own tailnow trails far behind. Homesick for maple,for pucks and stickstossed behind by boys from the neighborhoodon a water breaks left outside at the cul-de-sac. We played ball, too,when we were younglike children often do. I still hear the…
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If you need me, I’ll be down at Capilano. Where the trees are that olive green I can’t seem to forget. Even if I wanted to. And sometimes, I really do want to.
Dali 