Mailboxes Poems

Oblation

...
At the foot of this mountain named burden,
I found a place to sit:

Black water as mirror, reflecting dust blue sky
and clouds too thin to hold up dreams.

I know you’d recognize this:

Und...

All Alone in a Lonelyland

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I woke up in this place 
Where everyone was not so 
Different from me yet different none-the-less 
But it didn’t seem to matter much 
It’s not like I’m living the “dream” 
And everyone else 
...

The Apple

...It rains cats and dogs on the roof of this quiet building in Noida. The flats are silent, each door a fortress against grief. Mrs. Kapoor, ninety years young and breathing, drops her apple and it rol...

The Forsaken Mailbox

...Once upon a time there was a forsaken mailbox
that sat with its hood open
waiting for the infamous letter number two

The hours, days, weeks and months went by
where the mailman would deliver ju...

Liberty Bell

...I'd choose the USPS "Liberty Bell" stamp for an ekphrasis poem. Here's the poem:

In copper curves, the Liberty Bell's tale,
A symbol etched in history's hallowed gale,
On this small stamp, its l...

Rivers Jumps Our Banks

...Households unhitch, clapperboard hulls creaking -
the sound of storm-lashed rigging, as washing lines
and telephone wires twist
netting loosening foundations.

Where we once believed roots gripp...

Jumping Fences

...Did you know you’re trespassing?
	Gated communities with white pickets; white teeth.
	All of their new blood rushes towards leagues of Ivy and ROTC gold.
	Loud engines.
	Window signs.
(...

Too bad your BX from behind bars threats are wasted

...Many blessings after all these years i got refunded for the days I worked 1997 I left a job at the BX i left in great standing actually they owed me six days pay by gods grace my pay was refunded the...

Glory was the Winner

...When consulted, the mailman said,
"Sure, put a little daisy on the mailbox if you want."
So we all put on daisies.
Martha put one daisy.
I put up two, the girl down the street put on a marigold.
...

Lost Art

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There was a time
when we waited eagerly
for the mailman -
when mail deliveries 
            had actual mail in them
 
There were real 
                          hand-written letters 
from...

Pipe Lines of Kaimu: Heading Out

...A dawning twilight's me. Oh, joy. Oh, what a joy. This day. Oh, what a day. A breath bestills my eyes and I, e'er slight, a deeper breath that reopened them and myself to a blessed pleasing. ...

Driving In the Dark On My Birthday-Oct 7

...Thirty minutes til pickup - leaving home before crack of dawn
A slew of police cars and orange cones blocking the exit
Reading mailboxes with old eyes - not owl eyes
My friend and I exchanging gif...

No Anchor For Rancour

...Icicles hung from the roof 
like translucent fingers 
Clawing towards the ground 
While behind the eaves, 
She brushed her plain brown hair 
Tired gray eyes in the mirror, 
Discolored around th...

No Anchor For Rancour

...Icicles hung from the roof 
like translucent fingers 
Clawing towards the ground 
While behind the eaves, 
She brushed her plain brown hair 
Tired gray eyes in the mirror, 
Discolored around th...

Lost Art

...Lost Art

There was a time
when we waited eagerly
for the mailman -
when mail deliveries 
had actual mail in them
 
There were real 
hand-written letters 
from parents,
cousins, children, ...

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