Posts by Poet James Moleko
Start to Refinish
Gnarled wood grain fingers
string together
Start to Refinish Gnarled wood grain fingers string together and along to join knotholes of character to be this beautiful floor Pleasant texture on...
Start to Refinish Gnarled wood grain fingers string together and along to join knotholes of character to be this beautiful floor Pleasant texture on...
The love in your eyes
words weaken but feeling gives power
the
The love in your eyes words weaken but feeling gives power the love in your eyes covers it fresh tears trickling through old suffering waves of pain ...
The love in your eyes words weaken but feeling gives power the love in your eyes covers it fresh tears trickling through old suffering waves of pain ...
Serkan Engin’s essay on poetry named “Revenge of the Imagist
Serkan Engin’s essay on poetry named “Revenge of the Imagist Socialist Poetry” is available in the second issue of quarterly literary magazine T...
Serkan Engin’s essay on poetry named “Revenge of the Imagist Socialist Poetry” is available in the second issue of quarterly literary magazine T...
The Turkish poetess, Leyla Isik.
Out-Of-Spite-Free
How free
The Turkish poetess, Leyla Isik. Out-Of-Spite-Free How free you are out-of-spite-free I could yet not break the iron bars inside of me. Im enslaved ...
The Turkish poetess, Leyla Isik. Out-Of-Spite-Free How free you are out-of-spite-free I could yet not break the iron bars inside of me. Im enslaved ...
16+ Days of Violence
I hear that you’ve declared 16 Days of
16+ Days of Violence I hear that you’ve declared 16 Days of Activism 25th November to 10th December- sweet 16 Days Why these dates I don’t know P...
16+ Days of Violence I hear that you’ve declared 16 Days of Activism 25th November to 10th December- sweet 16 Days Why these dates I don’t know P...
THE GIRL I MET IN MAY
The gladness of my heart is wakened,
By
THE GIRL I MET IN MAY The gladness of my heart is wakened, By the colours of the day; By the speckled cream of wavelets, Rolling up the tide-washed b...
THE GIRL I MET IN MAY The gladness of my heart is wakened, By the colours of the day; By the speckled cream of wavelets, Rolling up the tide-washed b...
In the End...
In the End...
We All be just like stories...
In the End... In the End... We All be just like stories... part of the immortal Book... Only seashells will be able to echo the sounds of our So...
In the End... In the End... We All be just like stories... part of the immortal Book... Only seashells will be able to echo the sounds of our So...
Melange by Lynn Zachmann
Baskets of shells, pebbles, beach
Melange by Lynn Zachmann Baskets of shells, pebbles, beach glass fill the corners of my mind worry stones during disquieting wakeful dreams I hav...
Melange by Lynn Zachmann Baskets of shells, pebbles, beach glass fill the corners of my mind worry stones during disquieting wakeful dreams I hav...
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