I don’t know that we are quite so mundane as the diamonds,
rare,
nor like the snowflakes:
Unique,
or merely multifaceted?
The light inside our souls’ zones
goes down in shades,
Category: Culture
Taking Turns at the Trash Compactor
The man, whose phrase translates
to my grammar if not my custom,
reassures me literally,
gives birth to baby in bombed kyiv metro station
When you came to be inside me,
our bodies decided we would survive,
and we chose a supporting role in all their mysteries
when survival meant nurture and shelter.
Assurance
Perhaps this preacher is self-assured
because he’s oblivious
to all he didn’t earn.
He shoves me condemnation,
though I’m not sure why.
I’ve slowly learned
not to obey this anxiety he sells me
for the price of my soul.
Weekly, I reassure myself
that I would obey a better voice,
but in fear I ask, if my faith
only soothes, does it lack works, dead?
This day, I finally grasp
that if this white man isn’t god,
and the oily logic from this pulpit isn’t god’s words,
Kindred Spirit
Aware. Silent communication. Glance.
Always see
where the pupils don’t gaze.
Meet. Match. Convey.
Look away. Smile.
Connect. Click. Chemistry.
Know.
Recognize.
Rooftop Morning
I wondered what calm was, so guessed at what was calm.
I investigated- sunrise, sunset?
But such vivacity should not surprise me from a ball of fire.
This dawn is more alive than the people of this city.
It is raring for a fight, while empty souls hold zombie eyes.
This is where the war takes place.
It wants to wake them up.Read More »
The Move
It took ‘til the 365th time I trekked past patrolling cops
to be told by my stranger-neighbor
that I didn’t belong-Read More »
Berez
By six years of age,
one ought to know some basic lessons,
like, “Not a peep ‘til the teacher calls
on your raised hand.”
I knew this lesson.
Berez did not.Read More »
Political Camping
I’d recognize December anywhere,
but somehow I had the wrong year,Read More »
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