Lingering Fumes
...An empty packet of Gauloises,
black coffee, a croque monsieur.
An aromatic café
breakfast in the Montmartre.
Later I switch to Camels,
a bumpy ride to seek out a friend
in the sixth arrondiss...
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Categories:
bedstand, poetry,
Form: Free verse
First Seen
...First sighting
It was an early summer morning when my best friend Edwin
threw pebbles on my window to wake me up
I like morning slumber, waking up at six, looking at the alarm
the clock on the...
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Categories:
bedstand, africa, best friend, child,
Form: Blank verse
Night Terrors
...Every night, my mother used to tuck me in to go to sleep. She knew I was afraid of the dark.
She told me there was nothing to be afraid of, and that if I go to sleep, a magical fairy
would wake m...
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Categories:
bedstand, deathme, sound, fairy, me,
Form: I do not know?