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Mulitdicipinary Writer
Category: Poetry
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Too sweet, too salty — like two seasthat never meet, you and Icould not find the middle. And I have gone on wanderingthrough the sour months slowly piling,years rolling onto longer years,through forests that thinned to hills,hills that led to streets,streets that led nowhere —only back to where we were. Our mutual friends have foundtheir…
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In the morning, I pry myself open like a pomegranate and force start my slumbered mind. I chewing on thoughts of you that arrive unannounced. Isn’t it a bitter pill to swallow? That I do not share with you my morning coffee? my afternoon naps? Perhaps I should call, interrupting you too. It is only…
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I write not because I want to but because either I write you out or your name sits in my throat till I die and the memory of you dies with me.
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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…
Dali 