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This body is a spacious house
There is room for joy –sometimes a living room, spiraled and alive with houseplants,sometimes a garden with an empty bench. There is room for grief –sometimes in a basement,sometimes on a chair by the window. There is room for anger –sometimes in a closet under the stairs,sometimes at a kitchen table. There is room for…
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Not too late
The last wavesHave fled the shoreInto a thousand dropletsDissolved, crumbledAgainst neighboring coasts They aren’t goneThey aren’t driedDensed in namelessSaltsBitter or tasteless They existThey gulpThey slitherBeneath newborn raysIn shifting lights They reflectAnother shard of sunScorchinglyThe very same sun…Perhaps it’s not too late Jona Cenameri
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The Human-Faced Desert
It’s been a while since I wrote. Deliberately I have refused Every wave of inspiration. I’ve been silent, hiding From papers, pens, Keyboards and everything, Where one can write on. I never wanted to dive Into feelings I didn’t want to want. I am far too small To withstand this wave, Dressed in beads of…
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Killing Annabel Lee
I’m floating in a seaof sadness and despairremembering my Annabel Leeand the momentshe sunk into this deep, deep sea Salty tears and salty waveschill my boneslike a cold embracebecause here I floatbut there she lieson heavy sandwhile angels cry– they screamed out with meas she forever closed her eyes Now I find myselfleft with an…
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Polar Muse
my museshe’s smiling at mesmiling, but still hidingshe’s fast on her feet sometimes she’s sittingup there in april’s treesplucking lilac blossomsthrowing them at me a rain of sweetnesslike honey on my lipsshe’s painting in the skywith cloudy fingertips and the pictures she’s paintinglook like worlds far from oursshe keeps me dreaming with her whispersbrushes my…
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Message to Her
Makedonijo, vecna Makedonijo Slowly,I must begin to say goodbye to you. Strong winds of your streets,the sun burning high in the sky, they allow me to finda quiet gratitude inside me. Gratitude for your people, whose hospitality is second to none, and which I came to love deeply. Gratitude for Romani songs, and melody from the towers of mosques, that woke…
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reflections
All these mirrors around me reflecting what’s inside. These parts I wish to hide. All these mirrors around me, reflecting. Magnify. All these people around reflecting me. These fears of being left behind. I go. One step at a time. Knowing that the competition is only imaginary, the thoughts are loud. I sit. Observe. Let…
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Behind the bars of society
When a casual and mostly even as “fun” categorized activity turns out to become an earnest evaluation of a time, you know with quite some certainty that you are reading a poem from Rainer Maria Rilke. In one of his most well-known poems, “The Panther”, written between 1902 and 1903 Rilke performs precisely this brilliant…
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on courage
I think of infinitieswith a coffee in my hand countless scenariosof the day, theatre in my mindI think of time passed, of time to comemy thoughts, colliding like atomsbreaking apart,a part of me breakseverytime I think of possibilities, with a coffee in my handI think of infinities, and in some of themI am brave. Lukáš…
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what is a home
what is a home a place a feeling a person holding a space where you can dream freely where being alone doesn’t feel lonely where I can rest my head someone told me it’s okay to wanderto keep the question in the air am I there? yet I foundthat making a home out of my own…
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Shall We Try?
Come and see what’s there,Come, look at yourself in the mirror,You won’t find the same feeling in the person you leave behind,Come and see what’s there. Though I may call myself a wanderer,Even if you tell yourself lies,Even if I say I’d do anything for you,What will remain in my hand is a thought, a…
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