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Mortal Follicles
Going bald is a lot like death— It creeps up on you just the same. Soon, you realise you've little left, And when it goes, who can you blame?
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Catch-Up
'You should have been there... honestly... the whole place was filled with them, every single shop... men on the doors inviting you in... discounts on…
Mar 23
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Where is the girl bears white flowers
Where is the girl bears white flowers, White flowers in a whiter hand? Whose loveliness falls away like hours, Like hours caught in shifting sand Or…
Mar 20
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The Womb
Those months of solitude are lost to us, Extinguished by the light of willing day. Calculations of heat, dreams set in trust, Impressed and erased by…
Mar 9
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February 2024
Words
The words are always there; Something else gets out of reach: The love that silences declare, And no eloquences teach.
Feb 23
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Free verse? Well, No one's paid for it yet.
Feb 16
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Observation
Her dress, not of the best, Paid her no compliment, And every man that came to the bar, Came, and went.
Feb 5
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January 2024
Stood Up
His hair is parted and combed. His shirt is tucked in and pressed. Clearly, he is waiting for someone. Twenty minutes, Thirty go by. He sighs, And looks…
Jan 23
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Listening
Birds on barren branches sing. The heart moves as it moves in spring.
Jan 9
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December 2023
Bus Stop
A girl sat beside me at the bus stop, With frail hands white as cyclamen. We boarded the next one without a word, And I never saw her again.
Dec 23, 2023
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Haiku
The balding husband, Sitting in the corner chair — Horns, instead of hair.
Dec 20, 2023
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Haiku
Saturday evening, Reapplying her makeup, Because of her tears.
Dec 19, 2023
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