"And yet what purple hours one can snatch from that grey,
slowly-moving thing we call Time!" –
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"And yet what purple hours one can snatch from that grey,
slowly-moving thing we call Time!" –
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I walk around the voided saloon
peeping the puppet museum for life
in vain: there's nothing
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Abuelo is dying.
He has been dying for a while, some odd quantity of months.
I have learned that like plants, humans can wither so quickly.
One day, we are so healthy our flowers are fully
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Splatter woke up to her alarm. She sat up and stretched, looking at the time and smiling as she saw she was a few minutes ahead of schedule. Getting out of bed, she headed towards her closet and ... [+]
The murmuring of nobles filled the theatre. The stage was unfamiliar: marbled floors, stone pillars that seemed to reach the heavens, rounded ceilings adorned with paintings of Gods and Goddesses ... [+]
I used to be shiny. I used to be plump. I used to be ready to bounce and float to my heart's content. I was made to please: blown up with the air of a smiling clown, and twisted to become an animal of ... [+]
The door slammed shut as the kid, a teenager soon to graduate high school, leaves the house. This isn't an old house, nor is it a new one. It has been there for what seems like ages surrounded by the ... [+]
I wonder if black children
are tender headed because of ghost follicles
rooted long long
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Mom came to America, hungry for a slice of the American dream. Her first bite was a man from Texas, a recent divorcée who was sweet, with an aftertaste of debt. Still, America was the "shining City ... [+]
Holi of hypocrites
I use tears of abandoned....
Blue is mah color...
I play Holi
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It was the end of summer.
The sun grew into a large, old asphalt ball that tardily melted down. Waves of heat rose off the ground, and the figures of Nguyet and her aged horse weaved slowly within
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Never mind the flying daggers, the billow of crows
tugging the glazed horizon. Songs of witches
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"The fifth wave of Covid is hitting Hong Kong. Over 12,000 confirmed cases awaiting hospitalization. People rushed to public hospitals by different public transports." The news report from my ‘living ... [+]
do you still think of me
the way I think of you?
a lost friend, a fallen fate,
a far-off
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1) It is late-night, and nearly morning, you're returning home with an oil light. It warms your cold left hand. You think it as usual: it's better than none. You start to count how much you just ... [+]