Long Stationery Poems

Soliloquio del Individuo by Nicanor Parra, Translated by T. Wignesan


(Homage to Nicanor PARRA, 1914-2018, the Chilean ANTI-POET, winner of the "Cervantes Prize" (the highest literary honour for writers in Spanish), four times nominated for the...

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En-trumped

There are many en-tities. Narrative psychologist speak of living and telling 
a story. Our lives should be as we en-live them and en-story them. We tell 
our tale as we see it, at the moment...

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when I met you, I was dying. for the very first time in my life, but certainly not the last- you made sure of that
when I met you I was dying. I hadn’t eaten in...

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I was a happy, fluent linguist, fruitfully helping revive endangered languages,
As colorful rainbows walk across the sky, in buttery hours, turned languorous.

I enjoyed doing practical fieldwork, and establishing useful literary programs,
As the honeysuckle sun loves...

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By Elton Camp

It would just be the end
If by words we do offend.

There’s the devil to be paid
If we call a spade a spade.

“Vertically challenged” means short.
“Horizontally challenged,” a fat sort.

“Nondiscretionary fragrance” means we stink.
“Living...

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A long tale, so grab a drink.

Dateline, Tuesday, August 30th 2016.

They had a clear-out where I used to work 
with heaps of office junk for getting rid,
the usual stuff in cardboard boxes lurked
old staplers, cookie...

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Acquiring a new pair of wings I flew into a reputative college to pursue my studies..
focussed on gaining knowledge 
to become an independent girl I thrived, 
Forming fresh set of friend circle sought to explore~...

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Tim was nineteen years old, getting ready to go to university,
His parents had organised his accommodation 
A house for students, roomy, very near to outskirts of city,
His friends shared all costs, ready for their future...

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A hug is an action of feel ings of captive-seal of 
                  passion's squeeze of personal zeal.
 ...

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(On the morning of February 25, 1983, the great dramatist 
Tennessee Williams was found dead in a New York hotel suite. 
He had choked on the plastic cap of his eyedrops bottle, which
he habitually held...

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THE STATIONERY BOY

His little dark street
Is at home in the silky cobweb;
His little dark street
Is only loud in the missionaries’ prayers,
It elicits a gaze in very few people,
It is but an uninvited guest to life.

The...

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In an Indian home, at break of day,
It is a tender scene, in a timeless way.
A mother's love, a daughter's quest,
In this morning light, they're truly blessed.

On the floor, their space is shared,
With books and...

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Everything I buy to touch or taste
is made in China, made in China
leave alone my china set, even my toothpaste
is made in China, made in China.

From my pencils to my stencils
to the golden locks on...

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ROAD CARNAGE

It was on early Monday, when a car ran into a truck,
It ran into a stationery truck, and they had no luck,
It was a ghastly accident, the four died on spot,
“They all died drunk,”...

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Tonight i come i write as not me
but for thee

With fashioned , gifted , borrowed , 
lender pen

On behalf of or partial to other's 
those who no longer , longer nigh

As raven , ashen ,...

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I think pink is a colour for the young,
It's also the colour of our tongue and lips,
And if we are 
caucasian, even our hips.

Sugarplums, babies bums, shell-like ears are pink,
Some jewellery I think too,
Pearls, Beads...

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With Name I shall cast my anchor
Taking care to never wreck the coral
Stone tablets I’ll cast to the sea
Stationery, my vessel in the breeze.
On the bow of this ship, my mind is free.

Loveliness became the...

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A Homophonic Incident of  Her Life 

It’s knot a ferry tail butt an incident of a pour girl’s life, weather you believe it or knot. Hare goose the tail—

She war a guys and one
ate...

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ALL THESE    AND I    TODAY    ARE ONE

All these    and I    today    are one
Two blocks
The neighborhood
Supermarket  ...

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OCTOBER TOWN

Trees
The tall, old trees
All must start with the senior thrust of old trees
      that glorify October Town
Well, they are wonderful many and are shapely full
From Ellison’s Point one can,...

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Laura Mackenzie,
Phillips was checking out while,
Doting fans were near, waiting

For her autograph,
She had a City Ledger
Account, the studio will

Pay, she only needs 
To sign it. Constant trouble
Made for the short attention 

Span, "Please sign here...",...

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Men gather
forms a circle
the tribe
gathers about
the drums
are placed
the flames
of the fire pit
centers the circle
shoots high
into the night
wood burst
fire sparkles
now all is ready
as the drums
beat onward
as the tribe
answers with
subtle moves
to the beat
of the drummin'
individually
some turns
some dance
up...

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I’ve lost it. I’m exhausted.
 I can’t handle another day of these
 Auditory hallucinations. Doors creaking
Open Voices carrying around basins. 
 These days with no sleep
are starting to 
Become costly,
 to my overall health.
Wait, do...

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Sandy wouldn't stop thinking about her Saturday
Just so parallel and very scary
But she could never forget her way

That morning, Sandy was shocked by the display.
She found herself feeling rather contemporary.
Sandy couldn't stop thinking about this...

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My dreams, forgotten.
Cast away like a broken toy. 

See my face,
as I collapse to my knees,
dropping from dispair and disbelief.

The letter I am holding,
scribbled in scarlet ink,
trembles ever so slightly.

Look into my eyes,
as they overflow.
Look...

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