Left Blue

May 24, 2013 at 8:06 pm (Dominic Alapat, Poetry)

by brown-and-cream trains

red BEST buses

I travel in black-and-yellow autorickshaws

taxis

through the neon burning

red green orange fluorescent

pink

and think how much the withered darkness holds…

how the broken stars’ sob stories

keep the golden sand

awake at night

and the sea sniffling…

– Dominic Alapat

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Irreversible Change

May 3, 2013 at 6:23 am (Dani Clark, Poetry)

 

What is it about waiting for onions and garlic to fry

To the point of translucence

That fills me

with all the time passing?

Observe it.

Pay it homage.

Even the waiting.

How many times have I stood there?

Looking down at those fragrant carriers

Stirring and watching

the miniature universes

encapsulated in each tiny imperfect square

altered by the fire.

then disappeared into something bigger,

like pureed tomatoes.

That’s what they call

Irreversible change.

– Dani Clark

 

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