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The Key – Rainbow Hues
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Myriad colors of life all over! Somewhere from the east I hear a crackled voice from a broken speaker. The. Seems like a sound familiar yet unknown. Instead of readying myself for prayer I keep sitting here holding the key in my hand, looking at the curves and the cuts of the iron that could very well have been the eternal joy that it promised. This is not how a regular Eid looks like, but I hope it is the last of its kind. Just over a year later, we were sitting in the. What about the sunshine that crep...
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March 17, 2015. There are days when I cannot resist the call of green wood, for. The song of the leaved trunks are siren. When I turn aside,. I breathe in the stuff of bird and cricket and snake. It. Comes to me with a longing inexplicable and impatient,. I jam on my shoes, and haul out my umbrella, orange for its. Distinctiveness, and range the willing pathways on the hill. I move like one compelled; stripped to the bottom layer of my. I am possessed by one thought of nothing beyond the. The raven. ...
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December 31, 2015. The day is warm,. As it was when it began. Now the clouds have formed a canopy,. Heavy, lowering,. But I know it will not pour. I think of the coming rain,. Dense with green leaves and wood,. Cleaning the long year’s mess,. While I watch for the new. All day, I did not think of it,. The year’s ending, but now. I wait, impatiently at last,. For twilight, the sad blue hour,. Of this last night before another year. What can I bring with me. As I take six steps towards. September 12, 2015.
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In the works | markedpages.com
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Book Review of The Library of Sighs. Terang Bulan →. August 7, 2015. Working on my next book. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email.
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March 17, 2015. There are days when I cannot resist the call of green wood, for. The song of the leaved trunks are siren. When I turn aside,. I breathe in the stuff of bird and cricket and snake. It. Comes to me with a longing inexplicable and impatient,. I jam on my shoes, and haul out my umbrella, orange for its. Distinctiveness, and range the willing pathways on the hill. I move like one compelled; stripped to the bottom layer of my. I am possessed by one thought of nothing beyond the. The raven. ...
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March 17, 2015. There are days when I cannot resist the call of green wood, for. The song of the leaved trunks are siren. When I turn aside,. I breathe in the stuff of bird and cricket and snake. It. Comes to me with a longing inexplicable and impatient,. I jam on my shoes, and haul out my umbrella, orange for its. Distinctiveness, and range the willing pathways on the hill. I move like one compelled; stripped to the bottom layer of my. I am possessed by one thought of nothing beyond the. The raven. ...
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March 17, 2015. There are days when I cannot resist the call of green wood, for. The song of the leaved trunks are siren. When I turn aside,. I breathe in the stuff of bird and cricket and snake. It. Comes to me with a longing inexplicable and impatient,. I jam on my shoes, and haul out my umbrella, orange for its. Distinctiveness, and range the willing pathways on the hill. I move like one compelled; stripped to the bottom layer of my. I am possessed by one thought of nothing beyond the. The raven. ...
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The Sweetness of Race | markedpages.com
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Book Review of The Library of Sighs →. August 1, 2015. The Sweetness of Race. I came from a long branch of yellow that wound its way south. Its root was a great tree that grew, dynastic,. And towered above the saplings and the rush of grass beneath,. Suppliant. I did not bother to ask what made me until I found that. The yellow was displeasing, although I remembered that its thick roots. Gnarled their way into soil and depths asiatic a long while ago, before. And virginal as we were. Were we deceived, th...
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March 17, 2015. There are days when I cannot resist the call of green wood, for. The song of the leaved trunks are siren. When I turn aside,. I breathe in the stuff of bird and cricket and snake. It. Comes to me with a longing inexplicable and impatient,. I jam on my shoes, and haul out my umbrella, orange for its. Distinctiveness, and range the willing pathways on the hill. I move like one compelled; stripped to the bottom layer of my. I am possessed by one thought of nothing beyond the. The raven. ...
