Write your poem...a story of things you've encountered You can pick its gender, age and species without care Imagination is the singular narrator and it should find inspiration anywhere; build a world, a set or wooden stage The cast, well it can be of your own making and talent level A silent film, animation or … Continue reading Free Verse: Scribble Some Words
Author: The Eclogues
LOSING PIECES
Today my cracked hands skimmed a thinned hairlineTouching the ringed stumps of once proud black trees Every inch, already discovered and accented by twiggy fingersDecades have made this copper soil unfertilized but soft It’s genetics, a mandatory tradition implanted in my sowed landsso planting new seeds isn't an option, or a strategy available now Sometimes, … Continue reading LOSING PIECES
EP: Dead Stars by Ada Limón
Out here, there’s a bowing even the trees are doing. Winter’s icy hand at the back of all of us.Black bark, slick yellow leaves, a kind of stillness that feelsso mute it’s almost in another year. I am a hearth of spiders these days: a nest of trying. We point out the stars that make … Continue reading EP: Dead Stars by Ada Limón
Breakfast Bread
• Mix love and lust into a large bed. Mark the center with some oil and warmed kisses. If stiff, add a pinch of soft whispers of peeled appreciation. • Place head on a lightly fluffed surface and knead muscles until the neck or shoulders become cushiony smooth. • Lay next to them so they … Continue reading Breakfast Bread
EP: The Birth By Dorothea Lasky
The birth isn’t about poetryIt is about screaming pain on a SundayHailing a cab and head racingTo the hospital, now so close to the new apartment I had a baby inside of meBut no one expected it to happen so fastOr then at least they said they didn’tMaybe they expected it to happen so fastAll … Continue reading EP: The Birth By Dorothea Lasky
Where is North?
People look out dirty windows, absorbing gray streets and faded colors wondering what their mark on the paved solid landscape isthey'll never find the etched sundial that leads them northonly receding shadows that crawl up alleys and boulevards at times, the city has little to give but provides a wealth of mazes By Amaury
EP: Ode on Solitude By Alexander Pope
Happy the man, whose wish and careA few paternal acres bound,Content to breathe his native air,In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread,Whose flocks supply him with attire,Whose trees in summer yield him shade,In winter fire. Blest, who can unconcernedly findHours, days, and years slide soft away,In health of body, peace … Continue reading EP: Ode on Solitude By Alexander Pope
EP: A Woman Speaks by Audre Lorde
Moon marked and touched by sunmy magic is unwrittenbut when the sea turns backit will leave my shape behind.I seek no favoruntouched by bloodunrelenting as the curse of lovepermanent as my errorsor my prideI do not mixlove with pitynor hate with scornand if you would know melook into the entrails of Uranuswhere the restless oceans … Continue reading EP: A Woman Speaks by Audre Lorde
Booked Again
Sacrifice, it seemsbrings me closerto our first unity I'm weary of the trip,struggle to see ahead; care too much now Days turn over quicklywhite clouds scream aflooded brass compass I saw myself in a dream, projected what's to come Lets hope it true
EP: Darkness by Joseph Campbell
Darkness.I stop to watch a star shine in the boghole –A star no longer, but a silver ribbon of light.I look at it, and pass on. https://youtu.be/ZcLNMx_-UgY
The Eclogues 
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