Woman In Black Colors
...She cooks fish and rice,
her unfolded hips
pushing all into place.
Oils, and aromas,
train buds to lap at shadows.
The marl of her hands
turns bowls of smoke
into lemon and butter.
I won’t...
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Categories:
halvah, poems, poetry,
Form: Blank verse
Mikey
...I didn't realize I hadn't posted my first poem I ever had published (albeit in a small newsletter). It was my first attempt at poetry after having been humiliated in high school (by an English teache...
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Categories:
halvah, dog,
Form: Rhyme
Set In Stone
...When I was a kid I learned to eat
By ending a meal with something sweet;
Pudding, ice cream, sweet canned fruit –
The need for sweet was absolute.
That craving had been set in stone
When I’m with o...
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Categories:
halvah, food, sweet, fruit, sweet,
Form: Couplet