Category: Poetry
When the Afternoon Drowsy Befalls
Something like adrenaline rushes ‘neath the skin that is, slow pumps, quiet, from the heart of the loud living vessel of artEast to west and up then down one might happen to see a frown but really it’s nothing: only body-spirit simply not matching A wish to be one with the wind, cold, against another’s…
Serendipitous Teatime
a small bird with a bright yellow body not like the common Maya, most definitely it stayed perched there long enough for me to see confirm that it was real and on my balcony then finally it flew that no more of it was in view still from a distance, I could hear it’s melody…
Alarm
So, you get up. The thing is there pulling you back down the lush covers. It’s on you, and also around shadowing, weighing down. It’s seven-thirty, you think, or eight? Five? Four? Probably your fourteenth snooze or something. It’s sunny and bright and blooming spring outside and yet you feel absolutely nothing. So then you…
Painted Water
My window frames a painting of gray rain clouds ashes of bodies of water restless souls moving swiftly as I stare… drops of them falling… slowly… deliberately returning to the earth water the heavy clouds could contain no more—flowing, running-off back to the bigger bodies lakes, rivers, oceans, seas then the sun would shine and…
Blackout poetry: The Perfect Gift
people trade people (Offer your living sacrifice.) This is true God? God? Is there anything? a song of glory, followed by a call for mercy to offer bodies as true the world transformed by complete longing If you like this post, consider subscribing to the weekly newsletter, letters from gyu: Subscribe * indicates required Email Address…
Blackout poetry: “What It Seems’
Deliver all arrived, but forgot down a hill across safely To watch things are not always as they seem. I said stay believe the doom, but be afraid… Those who are with us are the enemy pray to see the multitudes of supernatural forces the hopeless are not always the way perceive when overwhelmed out…
Blackout poetry: ‘Foreword’
The incredibly dramatically significantly all in ways that we didn’t even imagine possible. All overwhelming. rapid changes people yearn for permanence and stability pages of principles never today. In the midst of uncertainty anchor lives on troubling questions ask to reveal you. the Scripture is free to break If you like this post, consider subscribing…
Black Caress
Under the sky full of stars: a pitch-black embrace, gentle wisps of artificial scents: blue, white, and purple. The night is cold, yet my heart is warmed. I cannot see you, but I do. If you like this post, consider subscribing to the weekly newsletter, letters from gyu: Subscribe * indicates required Email Address * Nickname…
Good Morning to the Monster on the Bed
It was a sight to see: A rainbow in the middle of a rocky path—the miraculous intersection of rain and sunlight—just a few steps short of a forest in which serenity permeates like tear gas. Only this time, the tears are not for death, but for the noble pursuit of its destruction. Yes, that is…
Lucid
Maybe I’m starting to feel again, to fall for those deep-set eyes Is your heart the same as mine? Do you also steal glances when no one’s looking? Or pray for a few exchanges of words, a short meeting of eyes? Is it just me? You are unidentified: each look, each smile a pandiculation after…