Monthly Archives: October 2014

The Despot

In the court of my childhood, I was an Oriental despot. My rich robes were my frog-patterned pajamas and my scepter was my sister’s ancient ruler. My sister was my Schezerhade. Captive to my cruel fancies till she turned the … Continue reading

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Gaps

This inconsolable silence And the thunderous crack, Crack of a whip Gloats of its spoils, Breeds ever our toils As we manage the ravenous gaps. Our sweat drips in droplets; There is naught to stop it, So we surrender to … Continue reading

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Turn Shadows Out!

Trouncing boredom about Inside the skin With a sonorous rout, A short-lived win, An ominous bent. Oh, empty whine – Melodies bounce And plod, with rhythm And a polling pounce. Convulse and shout A piercing, loud Unrelenting sound. Oh, synapse … Continue reading

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The Diving Bell

The diving bell And ghastly pale – Twisted thoughts All torn, like hells Imagined well In ages dark Cast arcing swells That leave bewildered Lies and tales Dripping grimly On tongue tips scared To be, to fail. Kevin Sampsel

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Pointillism

By the curious arrangement of particles, what was disconnected is now A chair, A washboard, An old house, A mattress Some flowers, A cityscape, A figure in a boat, A Lion, Thomas Edison, Expired insect. Each portrait the configuration of … Continue reading

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Death of the Jellyfish

Once upon a jelly time, this little guy swam through the ocean with bobs sending shockwaves into offending flesh Now, how the luminescent have fallen, he (she?) is a small disc, blackened at edges I never knew you had been … Continue reading

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Rhino Garden

A tree, the color of ash, root system like the humped back of a massive slow-moving creature, decorating a small circle of sidewalk, a space at the bottom large enough to hide a baby basket inside Beyond, the truck parked, … Continue reading

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The Lost Aeon

A rain-soaked afternoon in late September Brought back memories galore, Drenched to the skin, every wet pore Exasperates, enervates, suffusing A heightened sense of liquid agitation to my core. The tumultuous wind gnawing and ravishing The rabid landscape like a … Continue reading

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Only if it were a Trifle

She was begging by the roadside… begging for alms… for small change, if you had some to spare. A torn, ragged sari draped around her feeble, emaciated body. She had worn those six yards for eternity, it was the only … Continue reading

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Kitsch under the Marmosa

Crimson pontiff. Inoculated grizzlies. A charred poster with serrated edge, bargained for at the crossroads. Tainted smear of gray at the wizened temples; Threadbare negligee of gold and green, gaudy like some ill-formed daguerreotype of old. Armorial trophies, once brazen … Continue reading

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