Tag: chapbook
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Granada: A Poem
How could I have known Down cobbled streets, that When we seek, that That. Which is, without Words How could I have known The beat you would Keep pressing on My life At the long stretch Of every dawn How could I have known, The gauche Moorish ghosts haunting the cathedrals of my heart Blood…
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The Ritual – A Sketch, A Poem, An Anthropology
As the sun dipped beneath the mountains, they would gather in hushed anticipation. A single bell would chime, resonating into the darkening sky as twinkle sparkling little stars gave rise. That’s when they came. To plant themselves. Into flat beds Aloft on legs… …seated upon cushions, they communed with the essence of their surroundings, absorbing…
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Ostara is Icumen In: A Poem
Summer is a wild time of endless gaiety; A lazy, balmy, mild time; of human laxity. Of days with cares abandoned beside a socky shore, And breeze-swept, heathered stretches of Scotland’s ageless moor.
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Poem: Rambling Without Destination, or Paradise Lost (Patron Content)
I bit into an anchovy. Brine dissolved across my tongue. Salt and sea marrying into the myriad effervescence of it all. The wine settling deep within my belly, then rising, awakening the uninhibited within. I raised my head back and sucked at the sharp edged mother of pearl
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Invocation (Poem): Will you embark upon our honeyed rendezvous?
Will you embark upon our honeyed rendezvous? Will you drink this strange brew? Inhale the perfumery of day glow grain? Heed the invitation East?