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fruit left uneaten
pulpy slices juice-curled hair
burden of wanting
08 Saturday Nov 2014
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fruit left uneaten
pulpy slices juice-curled hair
burden of wanting
07 Friday Nov 2014
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Posted by babylon crashing | Filed under Illustration and art
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07 Friday Nov 2014
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the in-coming tide
along the length of your bones
lapping at the shore
05 Wednesday Nov 2014
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here is a poem for us; we were young
and “a little spit hung/ from tongue to tongue.”
04 Tuesday Nov 2014
Posted in Poetry
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Deserted mountains, hoist
the provisions among
the fronds, I love
a burned country.
Only the sound of
quails can be heard,
gout ragamuffins through
the crags, do not talk
to me like I’m perishable
food. The sunbeams look
best when free, undress
upon entering the deep
hills. The rocks on
the green moss will
say: I love
the pigment in you.
03 Monday Nov 2014
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Ayn al-Arab, Kobane, PKK, poem, Poetry, Rehana, Sehid na merin, sky without rain, sonnet, Syria, Women’s Protection Unit, YPJ
News reports state that the “Angel of Kobane,” Rehana, a teenage Kurdish fighter, a symbol of resistance against the Islamic State, has been beheaded by ISIS militants.
Home is where bodies lay down; the headless
corpse of Rehana, left in the dust. Home
is dust. Where is your skull? I want to bless
each part of you. Kiss your ruined lips. Comb
out your dark, undone hair. Your people say,
“Sehid na merin”/ “Martyrs never die;”
yet all the taps in the camps are dry, pray
there is water for all. Home is now sky
without rain. Home is now Kobane ablaze.
To go back home you need to be complete.
I will wash you. Just show me where your skull
was thrown. Like all dead, you’re lost in the haze.
Prayers are lies. We’ll say anything, sweetmeat,
for that taste: righteous, bittersweet, mournful.
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notes:
As of this writing the Battle of Kobane was launched by Islamic State militants (ISIS) on September 16, 2014, in order to capture the town of Kobane (also known as Ayn al-Arab) in Syria. The phrase, “Sehid na merin” is Kurdish in origin.
01 Saturday Nov 2014
Posted in Poetry
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free verse, howl, poem, yeti
At ten thousand feet
the mountain deer
spots a scant shadow, like
that of a tree on a hill
moving slowly away
and the dog wonders
do tonight’s footprints
belong to a beast?
This legend moves brimmed
with sadness, blinking in
the frozen heights and
like our myths
it will go down
with a howl.
01 Saturday Nov 2014
how do I love trees
of palm uprooted
in the snow?
][
¿Cómo podría yo amar a estos palmeras
desarraigadas
en la nieve?
01 Saturday Nov 2014
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I am an insomniac burning away the midnight fuse, I can't sleep, poem, Poetry, sonnet, yoked-nasty
I can’t sleep. My dreams ruin me. My dreams
of beasts yoked-nasty with Venus figures
hoofed and urged. Urge and scream. I hate their screams.
Clover honey dripping from their fingers.
This is not my real face, nor my real name.
Nothing about me is real, though I lay
stripped, so that you can eat away my shame.
Eat til you gag. What runs through me will slay
any mortal. My fingers quivering,
The buzz cock flickering; the purple moon.
I can’t sleep. Mouth full. Alcohol and pears.
I am night’s poison. Tossing and turning.
I am the teacup. I am the typhoon
making such a fuss over Hell’s nightmares.
31 Friday Oct 2014
hold close I
love you not
because you’ll
do anything to
be loved but
because I
remember you
before all this
shit went down