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Tag: Creative Review

  • Hope

    Long drawn arguments that run into the night the wear and tear of nerves verdicts of history long walks up the hills bickering voices raised and lowered disbelieving…

    November 6, 2020

  • Inside a Dream

    Inside a dream is the propensity to cancel itself out There is a device that splits the dream between yesterday and tomorrow The dream is in the past…

    November 6, 2020

  • Tension

    Lips tightening veins bulging the heated emotion coming from a strong point within the emotion the feeling a current coursing through the body rushing to the head feet…

    November 6, 2020

  • When Drums Open their Throats

    When drums open their throats to give throbbing caution when rain rain washes worms from leaves when eerie pinpoints of light dazzle the eye fluid hips gyrate to…

    November 6, 2020

  • People Vanish

    You and perhaps I Know that people do disappear vanish into slender air engulfed by issues social in circumstances intensely human swallowed up whole individuals, couples, groups hastily…

    November 6, 2020

  • Covid-19

    Covid-19 subdued us compromised our languages Our muffled words have gaping loopholes and potholes our words jiggle like jelly as we cast furtive glances and maintain distance Our…

    November 6, 2020

  • Ultra Fast Dream

    How do I hold fast to a speeding dream ultra-fast and zigzagging a dreams that darts across vast spaces How, tell me, do I hold fast to a…

    November 6, 2020

  • Word-Scratcher’s Toil

    Day and night our hearts swell and crack As we struggle with lines signs and images hoping that from our strife thrilling flowers will emerge We hope healing…

    August 13, 2020

  • Turpitude

    Why is it that only the tainted are allowed to breath? Only the jaded are permitted to dream in this land of throttled aspirations only the hollow-eyed are…

    July 22, 2020

  • Pauper Friends

    My unforgettable friends My pauper friends Your revolting sorrow Is an open wound Your ice-cold dreams Mumble mournful tunes Your concave bellies Rumble like idling engines Your dinner-plate…

    July 22, 2020

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