The Elephant Men

July 28, 2013 at 6:13 pm (Dominic Alapat, Poetry)

outside the bar

do not see the buildings

falling from the dark sky

in a row they stand whispering

while we walk

everywhere the darkness appears

and stands still

till it is drunk by our eyes

and the rickshaws speeding

slowing in pools of their own light

drive through empty streets

back into the sky

where the night today

has no stars no moon

no light to show.

– Dominic Alapat


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Running Water

July 12, 2013 at 1:47 pm (Dani Clark, Poetry)

Running water

foams and moves

foams and moves

lichen green reflecting itself


an infinity of life systems

unconsciously willful:

It’s another year.

I see us here pulsing with the green

we tease and talk forthrightly

about the theology of redemption

and its sneaky way

of embedding itself inside a conscience.

The tentacles of guilt

even have suction cups on them.

Our hearts burn.

But no, it’s cloudy, and I am alone

overlooking rushing water,

fixated on a glistening brown branch

caught between two boulders

The water dances, but the branch

stays stuck

the joy of all that movement,


– Dani Clark

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