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Slavia
My stomach burns With the quaking tide, When you play with my toes, When you tickle my pride. Take me away To your far away land, Buried like dust In the prints of your hand, Where your smile doesn’t crack, And fade, Before the hours Draw into days. I lay in the bed Of a perfect stranger. I played with his words, Mimicking danger, And he begged me to tell him My [...]
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3. September 2007
Unlike a lightless chasm, No deep mystery to fathom. What I may or may not feel Is un-vital. Hardly real. Yet you are. More than the rest. I love you all. Or do my best. In a world I longed to find With all my blue moons left behind On the far side of the earth. - The stars, perhaps, have greater worth Watched from [...]
Continue reading...Tashkurgan
11. August 2007
In the desert, in October, All my thoughts were sane and sober. When I met you it was over. …You went away, before too long. I left, the day you disappeared, To the mountains, sharp and sheer, Where the air was cold and clear… I thought I’d lost you; thought you’d gone. I recall I heard a sound, You said my name, I turned [...]
Continue reading...The Serpents
9. August 2007
We are living for a breath of cold. As we watch the shadows fold Into olive sands … The bays Of salty waters Mark our days; By the ripples, By the tides. We come forth limping, ― Leave in strides. And the heat lays Like a hound. The children know The crooked sounds Of serpents, lurking like disease By the banks Beyond the trees. There is the dark and endless sea. There are [...]
Continue reading...Yellow
21. June 2007
Hunger conquers. Love considers. As life concedes and pain bewilders. Anguish strips us of our shielding. Cold. Relentless. Ever-wielding. Yet we let the anguish pass Forget, and hide amongst the mass. Even I who swore to never Seek cold comfort, cruel forever; Even I found yellow rest, In the days upon my nest, Long descended from the sky, Angry when the night asked why. It had been [...]
Continue reading...The Children
17. June 2007
The children of the shadows stepped With pointed toes and daunted breath Across the shadows of the streams, Deep with death and melted dreams. We watched the lightning cross the sky The last heat of the last hard sigh, And let our feet fall to the stones. We drowned the chilling undertones, Escaped into the winter cold. Escaped from autumn’s burning gold, Forgot its twisted [...]
Continue reading...The Stones
16. June 2007
It is the air that holds you down In this senselessly beloved town, While piercing frost deep ‘neath our bones… Beware of how you touch the stones Who pave the street; enslave your feet; Entrance the lost who pass above them, Till you over-glorify and love them, Till every tourist we once hated Is un resented, unseen, faded. The walls, the shadows, crooked, near, Slowly [...]
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16. June 2007
We are living for a breath of cold. As we watch the shadows fold Into olive sands … The bays Of salty waters Mark our days; By the ripples, By the tides. We come forth limping, ― Leave in strides. And the heat lays Like a hound. The children know The crooked sounds Of serpents, lurking like disease By the banks Beyond the trees. There is the dark and endless sea. There are [...]
Continue reading...Thorn
16. June 2007
Beneath the shadow of the sky I felt the wind pulse, watched it fly. In the autumn, in the storm, The wind was true, the wind was warm. Warmer than what I’d become For I was empty, cold, and numb. Like a blossom in the frost That dies in heartache and is lost Despairing it will never be Young again; will never see The moonlit [...]
Continue reading...Gilgit
6. December 2006
Because the shadows would not rest That played upon my brain, And danced like daylight on my chest, Like shadows of the rain, Because the words I could not say Were laden low with pain, On Christmas day I tried to pray, And almost prayed in vain. - Written by Anna Williams at age 18 in Gilgit, Pakistan
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29. September 2007
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