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Tuesday, December 11, 2018

Creative Corner

Creative Corner, November 4

Here's a Creative Corner round-up of three poems. -- Alone Santiago Botero Like a wandering animal, alone in a concrete jungle so admirable, striving to be adaptable, trying to become acceptable, noise...

Apologies

Listen with tears carving lines down our faces we are saying sorry we are watching rocks fall down cliffs we are kneeling under a cross with our sins...

Truth in the face of lies

Truth sometimes behaves like an animal before those who would treat her so Truth sometimes bends over backward in submission to a flag Truth sometimes has to flee or be carried in a suitcase Truth...

Surfacing

Glittering, shining, a promise, a hope The sunlight of a new dawn, new day, new startings Bathing me in light, in serenity, numbing peace Washing and cleaning of all...

A silent shattering

The tinkle of a broken glass hangs in the air Long after it’s smashed, damaged and broken The yelling, the screaming, all the fake gleaming Were given...

Beautiful Things

The phone call comes at 2 a.m. in the morning on Tuesday as I’m tucked in bed, not knowing the tears I’d soon shed... to tell...

Waves of Change

“Set the anchor down here,” Lucky’s voice called across the windswept deck of the galleon to the faces of her crew and friends below....

La Petite Mort

Sit in the swirling silence; the darkness breathes across my skin. The moonlight paints the world in silver, All the stars you see are dead. The air contains...

Of Scarves and Snow Days

I nestled into the depression I made in the snow bank by the side of the road, knees pulled up to my chest as...

Mararia!

The sisters Arcelli, Mely, Dely, and Letty scamper around the dingy, damp, dark house. Letty, youngest at four years old, crawls to the bedside...

The Ruin Men

Little shadow man rubbing shadow arms back and forth and back and forth Powder trails flying in breeze that’s blowing through the ruined church. Grinding down the world to dust

Green Closet Door

The way the corduroy curtain hangs it leaves a sliver of the window uncovered. A thin gold laser scans up the blanket toward my...
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