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Alexis: Finally writing again
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Thursday, June 10, 2010. Now that you have sound. Open your radiant lungs. Bees rise from your chest. And become the color of light. The lemon branches turn butterflies. And the ants fulfill their destiny. To become the coldness of the sun. Life will be hard. Sometimes you will be humiliated. By elephants with bleached foreheads. Because you are discolored by the moon. Because your brilliant shadow covers your flesh. You watch our theatrical faces. I long for their fondness. Their kindness.
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Alexis: June 2010
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Thursday, June 10, 2010. Now that you have sound. Open your radiant lungs. Bees rise from your chest. And become the color of light. The lemon branches turn butterflies. And the ants fulfill their destiny. To become the coldness of the sun. Life will be hard. Sometimes you will be humiliated. By elephants with bleached foreheads. Because you are discolored by the moon. Because your brilliant shadow covers your flesh. You watch our theatrical faces. I long for their fondness. Their kindness.
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Alexis: A Moon Love Story
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Tuesday, September 14, 2010. A Moon Love Story. In the fourth grade, my mother would kill lice. She would find purpose in their deaths. My grandmother would sit across from us with a book on her lap,. But she did not know if it was a book of poems or The Bible. Simply stunning keep it up. Http:/ pashto-arena.blogspot.com. June 21, 2011 at 8:35 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). A Moon Love Story. View my complete profile. Watermark template. Powered by Blogger.
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Alexis: September 2012
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Monday, September 3, 2012. Who batters the faces gone out to shadow? Who plucked the good and spoiled it? Whose creation was it? You, large moon, large silent man? A man like my father who taught me how to kill rabbits? Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Who batters the faces gone out to shadow? View my complete profile. Watermark template. Powered by Blogger.
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Alexis: March 2008
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Thursday, March 27, 2008. The Prediction Of Clara. It is impossible to forget you. In the vein of the deer,. In the broken vein of the sky,. And I hear a landscape growing in your ear,. Where ants commit suicide with their mouths filled with salt,. Where the camel’s blood smashes its tonsils against sheetrock,. Where the children confess the murders of yesterday’s crickets,. Where the fountain seeks the blonde eyes of the volunteers,. And where the magnolia tree weeps inside the tortured fig of the quail.
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Alexis: The Great Fall
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Tuesday, September 14, 2010. That morning in San Francisco. Your mother broke her forehead on the asphalt. And hummingbirds spilled from it like small hurricanes. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). A Moon Love Story. View my complete profile. Watermark template. Powered by Blogger.
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Alexis: October 2008
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Friday, October 24, 2008. Who looks like me. Who looks like me. Who looks like me. A branch of wisteria. And a glowing multitude. The World Of The Fantastic. Friday, October 10, 2008. This past month, I have realized that peddling manuscripts to open competitions is self-depecrating. It is no wonder that Bob Kaufman wanted to be anonymous, that Salinger's aversion for the process of publication robbed the world of his genius, or that Lorca's warning of "stupid fame" has, to a large degree, manifested.
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Alexis: New Poem
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Thursday, June 10, 2010. They’re cutting the flesh of the whale, the diminutive fins, the blood. They bludgeon, without mercy, their dark torsos –. Their flesh jumping like the powdered flesh of butterflies. You used to be an animal like me,. As big as a jaguar’s left lung or a child’s palm. How will I ever feel alive again if you have divided. The wind between your teeth;. If you have tormented the bees to suicide;. If you have taken the bronze shadows out of my mouth. Like a lizard in the early evening.
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Alexis: July 2008
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Wednesday, July 23, 2008. This morning, a package arrived. Given its bulkiness, I still did not give it much thought. Upon opening it, I encountered a 400-plus paged magazine, named Pembroke Magazine. At that very moment, I remembered that I have sent them some of my poems. To my delightful surprise, I found in the magazine 5 of my poems. Who would've thought? Hopefully they are the first of many. Wednesday, July 16, 2008. It does not matter. If your flesh devours my flesh,. If your blood, chemical blood,.
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