“La plus belle des ruses due diable est de vous persuader qui’il n’existe pas.” – Charles Baudelaire Listen to me, you Abigail — He is so Omniscient, isn’t He? He who’d shut his eyes on us — misread you as Verbascum — the other half suits– and should your sheep rebuke my lines — To…
“Indian Names”
‘How can the red men be forgotten, while so many of our states and territories, bays, lakes, and rivers, are indelibly stamped by names of their giving?’ Ye say they all have passed away, That noble race and brave, That their light canoes have vanished From off the crested wave; That ’mid the…
“Love at First Sight”
They’re both convincedthat a sudden passion joined them.Such certainty is beautiful,but uncertainty is more beautiful still. Since they’d never met before, they’re surethat there’d been nothing between them.But what’s the word from the streets, staircases, hallways—perhaps they’ve passed by each other a million times? I want to ask themif they don’t remember—a moment face to…
An Interview with Taleen Voskuni: The Sourj Has Spoken, You Gotta Read this Book!
Barev (hello), readers! Located in the South Caucasus is a little country called Armenia. There are many fascinating and tragic aspects to its history. For example, its alphabet is one of the most advanced alphabets in the world. And did you know that Armenians use coffee grounds to predict your future? Aside from these intriguing…
Prose Post #13: Snip
There is no gravestone, but I’m making one just for us. We have died many times before–in Octobers and Novembers of long ago. I know you in Another. She never lets me stand in the sunshine either. At your side, I feel the weight of the ice. The scissors–clutched in my hand–I kept them there…
Prose Post #12: God’s Mistake
I wrote this a few years back… I think God made a mistake. In my previous life, I was something else–something with wings. Sometimes, I look up at the sky and I miss it–the clouds, the sun–anything without a voice. Eye contact is my personal hell. At twenty-eight, I am still figuring out my purpose…
“To You”
Whoever you are, I fear you are walking the walks of dreams,I fear these supposed realities are to melt from under your feet and handsEven now your features, joys, speech, house, trade, manners, troubles, follies, costume, crimes, dissipate away from you,Your true soul and body appear before me,They stand forth out of affairs, out of…
“Are you the new person drawn toward me?”
Are you the new person drawn toward me? To begin with, take warning, I am surely far different from what you suppose; Do you suppose you will find me in your ideal? Do you think it so easy to have me become your lover? Do you think the friendship of me would be unalloy’d satisfaction?…
“Oh, oh, you will be sorry for that word!”
Oh, oh, you will be sorry for that word! Give back my book and take my kiss instead. Was it my enemy or my friend I heard, “What a big book for such a little head!” Come, I will show you now my newest hat, And you may watch me purse my mouth and prink!…
Prose Post #11: The Man in the Mask
May 15th, 2019. I’m sitting near the threshold of my sisters’ bedroom in our old house on Riverview. You’re standing by the window; your eyes are entranced by the water below. A streak of sunlight breaks through the clouds; the ray covers the front half of your body. You shift your weight to the right…
Prose, Poetry, and Coffee 