Halvah Poems - Poems about Halvah

...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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...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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...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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