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  1. Almost the perfect end...

    by , 03-05-2009 at 03:29 PM (Reflections on the puddle of life)
    to the perfect week.

    Yesterday we found out that 1/3rd of my team are to be made redundant, following the announcement of significant job cuts at the company I work for. I find myself in the fortunate position of safety but it's still harsh seeing those people around me who face losing their jobs. I can't help feeling that I've, somehow, let them down.

    Arrived at the train station to come home only to find that some scallies had stolen the valve caps on my bike and ...
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  2. A Wrung Napkin Speaks

    by , 03-05-2009 at 10:30 AM (~Sophia's~ Choice)
    and what if the sun takes 

    itself out of the equation 


    refusing the pull between 

    east and west - day and night


    rebound and fatigue
    or the ocean gags

    during the awkward pauses 


    and the what ifs while we 

    debate (whether this is a mistake) 

    ourselves to death and 



    the cabernet on my teeth 

    confirms I’m less than 

    you’d hoped for
  3. Every Day At The Beach

    by , 03-05-2009 at 03:19 AM (~Sophia's~ Choice)



    Every Day At The Beach

    for two hundred years she has
    walked toward me

    rack of Taino bones in a Maroon pot
    Creole fusion with moonless skin
    trailing a clubbed foot through
    hot sand
    poised heart
    branded in a pale blue uniform -
    a number inked across the breast

    I hardly notice the inverted
    wrist and paralyzed
    ...

    Updated 04-16-2009 at 09:46 PM by ~Sophia~

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    My Poems About Haiti and the D.R.
  4. Stays With You

    by , 03-05-2009 at 02:39 AM (~Sophia's~ Choice)


    Stays With You


    Firefly - when you pulse among the stumps of trees
    sacrificed for cane, shacks and cooking fuel,
    shine down the throat of starvation, illuminate the
    mosquito crops of a rain soaked soil.

    Chronicle the transparent children dying
    in urinal city gutters. Their memories of
    food, medicine, a home flowing in the
    sluice
    ...

    Updated 03-06-2009 at 12:27 AM by ~Sophia~

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    My Poems About Haiti and the D.R.
  5. Dear my hot Japanese ex-classmate

    by , 03-04-2009 at 07:49 PM (Silas Thorne's Journal)
    Dear my hot Japanese ex-classmate,

    I lost your number.
    I'd be a sheep with bleeters on
    because you blur my edges,
    and so I had to pull out all the live feeds
    and trim the switches.

    I never called.
    I won't be a howling wolf then, prowling dark places,
    since within the flitter-flash, your gaze,
    my mind would lose its hinges.



    I never called your number, lost it.
    There were many too ...

    Updated 03-04-2009 at 07:55 PM by Silas Thorne

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    Poetry