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Newer posts →. January 25, 2011 · 2:56 pm. It smelt of new rains and of tender. Shoots of plants- and its warmth was the warmth. Of earth groping for roots even my. Soul, I thought, must send its roots somewhere. And, I loved his body without shame,. On winter evenings as cold winds. Chuckled against the white window-panes. From Summer in Calcutta). Tagged as Winter by Kamaladas. January 25, 2011 · 2:55 pm. The Rain by Kamaladas. We left that old ungainly house. When my dog died there, after. Long hair, ...
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My Grandmother’S House by Kamaladas. My Mother At Sixty-six by Kamaladas →. January 25, 2011 · 3:01 pm. A Relationship by Kamaladas. It was my desire that made him male. And beautiful, so that when at last we. Met, to believe that once I knew not his. Form, his quiet touch or the blind kindness. Of his lips was hard indeed. Betray me? My body’s wisdom tells and tells again. And even death nowhere else but here in. Tagged as A Relationship by Kamaladas. My Grandmother’S House by Kamaladas.
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The Rain by Kamaladas. The Stone Age by Kamaladas →. January 25, 2011 · 2:56 pm. It smelt of new rains and of tender. Shoots of plants- and its warmth was the warmth. Of earth groping for roots even my. Soul, I thought, must send its roots somewhere. And, I loved his body without shame,. On winter evenings as cold winds. Chuckled against the white window-panes. From Summer in Calcutta). Tagged as Winter by Kamaladas. The Rain by Kamaladas. The Stone Age by Kamaladas →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply.
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The Old Playhouse by Kamaladas. January 25, 2011 · 3:05 pm. The Descendents by Kamaladas. We have spent our youth in gentle sinning. Exchanging some insubstantial love and. Often thought we were hurt, but no pain in. Us could remain, no bruise could scar or. Even slightly mar our cold loveliness. We have lain in every weather, nailed, no, not. To crosses, but to soft beds and against. Softer forms, while the heaving, lurching,. Tender hours passed in a half-dusk, half-dawn and. Ever redeemed, or made new.
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My Mother At Sixty-six by Kamaladas. The Descendents by Kamaladas →. January 25, 2011 · 3:03 pm. The Old Playhouse by Kamaladas. You planned to tame a swallow, to hold her. In the long summer of your love so that she would forget. Not the raw seasons alone, and the homes left behind, but. Also her nature, the urge to fly, and the endless. Pathways of the sky. It was not to gather knowledge. Of yet another man that I came to you but to learn. What I was, and by learning, to learn to grow, but every. Playh...
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Thursday, May 27 2010. I think it’s despicable. That’s sacred ground. It’s a slap in the face. How could anybody give them permission to build a mosque there? What I’m frightened about is that it’s almost going to be another protest zone a meeting place for radicals. To establish a vibrant and world-class facility in New York City that promotes tolerance and pluralism that will strengthen relationships and attract those of other faiths to integrate and learn about Islam . Monday, May 17 2010. He took out...
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Sunday, January 2, 2011. I’m a procrastinator. Always have been. If I have something that I have to do, I put it off. I had it down to in art in college, by my last semester, I was no longer writing papers the night before – I wrote them day of. It was both horrifying and fantastic. So come September, I went back to college as an adult student and found myself a freshman again. Unfortunately, it didn’t work that way. Many of us submitted our first drafts for the class to critique and they were ...I was f...
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Tuesday, April 24, 2012. On Killing a Tree By Gieve Patel. It takes much time to kill a tree,. Not a simple jab of the knife. Slowly consuming the earth,. Rising out if it, feeding. Upon its crust, absorbing. Years of sunlight, air, water,. And out of its leprous hide. So hack and chop. But this alone won’t do it. Not so much pain will do it. The bleeding bark will heal. And from close to the ground. Will rise curled green twigs,. Which if unchecked will expand again. The root is to be pulled out. I bowe...
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January 25, 2011 · 3:05 pm. The Descendents by Kamaladas. We have spent our youth in gentle sinning. Exchanging some insubstantial love and. Often thought we were hurt, but no pain in. Us could remain, no bruise could scar or. Even slightly mar our cold loveliness. We have lain in every weather, nailed, no, not. To crosses, but to soft beds and against. Softer forms, while the heaving, lurching,. Tender hours passed in a half-dusk, half-dawn and. Half-dream, half-real trance. We were the yielders,. With ...
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Musings, Incidents, My life. and Stuff I don't think anyone wants to read about. Friday, 19 September 2008. Something written a while ago. This was written after a particularly pleasant evening in the company of someone, who was just great company. Although i may seem quite verbose,. This evening's incidents don't allow me to put them down in prose. I stood in the distance,. Apprehensive , defensive. Hoping fervently that you can't read me as you do. Cause i am scared of you too. Scared and ready to bolt.
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My Writings and Musings. Because Art Should be Shared. WeWriWa is Here Again. October 12, 2013. The weekend is here, which means… WeWriWa! You must write either 8 sentences for prose or 150 word limit for poetry. Lots of great writers participate. You can check em out via ze button above. For those who are new, I am continuing my story about Hagar and Ishmael in the Desert. For understanding the backstory, go here. For previous installments: Part one. Tears rolled down my cheeks, Where shall we go? First...
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A more-or-less random sampling of the thoughts surfacing from the sludge that is my mind. Proud member of the Illinois Reality-Based Community. And thanks to The Mad Prophet. For pointing me to this bit of code.). Except in extraordinary circumstances (and I can't readily imagine what those might be), there will be no more posts here. Catch you on the flip! Thus spake Michael at 23:29 link. Beat it with a stick! I vote we disabuse him of that notion right now. Our legislators and the Blagorgeous that the...
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