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Twelve Sunflowers in a Vase : Van Gogh : Arles : 1888: (Ekphrasis)
by Ghairo Daniels

twelve of us he choose to paint
sons of Jacob in an earthen
jar so sturdy
plonked us with vehemence
directed by neuronal cells
skull protecting scrambled
delicacy
managed by eyes
emitting fire spark piercings
fingers reading poverty

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sheath
by Mister Rotten

tremulous land
beseeched me to quiver
to bide, to tarry
somewhere inside
somewhere upriver
blessed and extraordinary
obscurity everlasting
obstructive, obtrusive, occlusive
unfuckable


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When I Am Up (for Mental Health Month)
by B4 n/a

When I am up, every sky is a boundless, cloudless expanse of brilliantly blinding blue.

When I am up, I am William the Conqueror and William Shakespeare and William Jennings Bryan all in one.

When I am up, life is an eternity of perfect days punctuated by soul-shaking truths at every turn.

When I am up, every person I meet is a fount of infinite expectations.

When I am up, my momentous happiness is so moment-to-moment that if I look away for but an instant I might miss it all.


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Twelve Sunflowers in a Vase : Van Gogh : Arles : 1888: (Ekphrasis)
by Ghairo Daniels

twelve of us he choose to paint
sons of Jacob in an earthen
jar so sturdy
plonked us with vehemence
directed by neuronal cells
skull protecting scrambled
delicacy
managed by eyes
emitting fire spark piercings
fingers reading poverty

......

Continue reading
When I Am Up (for Mental Health Month)
by B4 n/a

When I am up, every sky is a boundless, cloudless expanse of brilliantly blinding blue.

When I am up, I am William the Conqueror and William Shakespeare and William Jennings Bryan all in one.

When I am up, life is an eternity of perfect days punctuated by soul-shaking truths at every turn.

When I am up, every person I meet is a fount of infinite expectations.

When I am up, my momentous happiness is so moment-to-moment that if I look away for but an instant I might miss it all.


......

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sheath
by Mister Rotten

tremulous land
beseeched me to quiver
to bide, to tarry
somewhere inside
somewhere upriver
blessed and extraordinary
obscurity everlasting
obstructive, obtrusive, occlusive
unfuckable


......

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