Winged Beings of the Necropolis

by on Oct 17, 2016 in Poetry | 0 comments

The noise made by the 60,000 caged birds was tremendous but the stench which hovered in the air was strong enough to change the weather. 60,000 Ibises lived in the necropolis, flapping wings, clacking beaks and screeching. All of them were unaware they were being raised solely for...

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American Dreams

by on Oct 7, 2016 in Poetry | 0 comments

Maybe some memories run deeper than blood they hide within the marrow etch history on blooming brains. Formed in the womb, they are our ancestors’ whispers in fetal ears. The Gold Mountain and silver streets are just child’s things, dragon’s tails – perhaps real but always out of...

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The Storm Creatures

by on Sep 28, 2016 in Poetry | 0 comments

We fly with the storm, Spinning too fast for them To catch us. The fuel feeds us, Keeps us safe From the monsters. But our world is shrinking, Our numbers dying. Collision deaths, Once a thing of the past Now commonplace. We no longer live Long enough to spawn, Too many of us Swept away...

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The Mouth of the Cave

by on Sep 23, 2016 in Poetry | 0 comments

A legendary trove slumbers under sandscape, tempting Muslim and zendik[1] alike: hopefuls brave distant vistas for Samsama[2], mythic symbol of battlefield heroism. Advancing upon mundane wilderness, a Bedouin urchin recites memorized cipher; magically prompting the cavernous rictus, he...

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by on Sep 16, 2016 in Poetry | 1 comment

i. Wings burst from my back when I was ten years old. It was genetic, passed down through my father’s heritage. Thick, dark feathers grew from my shoulder. My classmates pointed. My teacher told me I was mythology, said I needed a doctor. My brother called me Crow, asked me when...

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The Amenities of Heaven

by on Sep 9, 2016 in Poetry | 0 comments

The last people travel like the first. Everywhere we go mirrors the same desolation. There is no more food. The water that’s left is all brown Ever since mushroom clouds imploded it has been this way. We borrow shoes as we go. Our feet are covered with the socks of dead men. A heavy...

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