By Kemi Alabi
I used to pray to a man-faced god.Kept his whip beneath my bed.Set alarms for daybreak lashings.Pressed...
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- By William Butler Yeats'Because I am mad about women I am mad about the hills,' Said that wild old wicked man Who travels where...
- By William Butler YeatsI My Soul. I summon to the winding ancient stair; Set all your mind upon the steep ascent, Upon the broken, crumbling...
- By William Butler YeatsI That is no country for old men. The young In one another's arms, birds in the trees, —Those dying ...
- By William Butler YeatsMidnight has come and the great Christ Church bellAnd many a lesser bell sound through the room;And ...
- By Christian J. CollierBetween us, there are one hundred oneumber haints in our home.In bed, we discussour future, our children...
- By Sri ChinmoyUltimately everything Becomes boring.Even great miracles Become boring.Even the tremendous powers of...
- By Thomas TraherneI saw new Worlds beneath the Water ly,New Peeple; yea, another SkyAnd Sun, which seen by DayMight things...
- By Sri ChinmoyWithin, without the cosmos wide am I;In joyful sweep I loose forth and draw back all.A birthless, deathless...
- By CAConradFrank is a young boy asleep in ancient Tibet what you thought was your life is really his dream he may...
- By Paisley RekdalHow horrible it is, how horrible that Cronenberg film where Goldblum’s trapped with a fly inside his...
- By K. IverAt my beloved’s burial,I can’t see his body.Only carnations. I hearyour name and my beloved’sin the ...
- By Cyrus ConsoleRotor wash, or the downward-flowing Air by which our helicopters formed Imprints in the jungle grass beneath ...
- By Isabel Duarte-GraySunday we lay hands on a girl of ten hand on hand on cornsilk hair. We sing the secret language sung...
- By Emily BrontëO transient voyager of heaven! O silent sign of winter skies! What adverse wind thy sail has driven...
- By Tom Andrews1. Day brings a steady hand, a sure breath every other day ... My brother again on the edge of his bed...
- By BazeedIn the hiding hour of autophagy ghosts hang out all day and talk to us. An archival haunting demanding...
- By Ada LimónI used to pretend to believe in God. Mainly, I liked so much to talk to someone in the dark. Think of...
- By Jeffrey YangHow easy it is to lose oneself in a kelp forest. Between canopy leaves, sunlight filters thru the water...