On this walk, as with all days,I move,until the moon,usurps the sun.The songs of life ongoing,do their best, to fill the barren space,you once occupied.Is it hubris,to say, you are the best there ever was.Daydreams of our eleventh hour,what I could have articulated, differently.How life could change so irrevocably in your absence.Why the sun burns…
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“A choice, made now, today, projects itself backwards in time and changes past actions.” – Czeslaw Milosz, quoting an unknown disciple of Karl Jaspers I made excuses, rejectingwhat I knew of mortality, eitheryours or mine, and suddenlythe black leaves grew greenwhere they had fallen and you,rapturous with rings on yourfingers, gestured to mefrom the courtyard…
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I slept with someone who looked like youUnder the sheetsVodka visionSwiping your face with hisPlastic toy camera, slide show Diving into the square fantasyThe reel is blurryAnything close is good enough. He had a different laughForgiving dark eyesAttention directed at my chestEdge of a cliff, falling inCharming, genuine smileHis touch warm like tea in the…
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His wife let leave her rigid lipAnother trembling sigh,A cargo tossed to save the ship,To let her sorrow lie. “I hear and love you, light of mine,”She found the words at last,“Yet look once more the family fine,Your hopes have quick o’erpassed.” A knowing nod received her plea,Expectant and reposed,Her hand, aquake perceptibly,He took and…
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Everyone else failed me except you,Mere machines buzzing with constant sound of self-destruction,they mortified me too, love.Their wounds opened and healed in my hands,My body clock ticks only to bring waterto deserted lands.And when these hostile beasts I’ve loved after youcome aliveto vapor their flux down on me again,I come back.You appear to be everywhere…
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The poem, “We Waltz” By Jazeen Hollings dances with visions of love. Jazeen is a video editor by day, writer by night, and is from Toronto.
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