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A purple flow with a tint of pink A musk rose fragrant honeyA long wild strumming of guitarWhat else she can sayMore than theseof those moments. Ranjith Sivaraman is an upcoming Poet from Kerala, a beautiful state in India. His poems merge nature imagery, human emotions, and human psychology intoContinue Reading

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The body is in a prolonged period of a dry spell,In the bosom, a tangled web of gold.At the sight of a water-soaked gravestone,The skin seethes with jealousy.Ash of grief, cobwebs of loveIn the bosom, a tangled web of gold. There are many words for grief,And love.Between the toes, sandsContinue Reading

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Dreaming, always dreamingof shimmering turquoise ocean wavessparkling at dusk,singing to me, to us: rush-sush, rush-sush.Hear our wedding song?Sensual sea spray leans in to kiss the sand.Even as night envelops us,I reach into the heavenspull a star from the bowl of scintillating darknesswrite my name and yours in golden lettersand flingContinue Reading

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She looked up from her book, her eyes pulled like a magnet to the red-feathered black fedora.Grandpa had worn a dark gray one, much the same. She smiled and looked back to her story but she had lost her taste for its banality in contrast to the memory of Grandpa’sContinue Reading

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     My cream-colored shrug so easily slipped off my shoulders and ran down my arms to the floor. This is not what I had envisioned as necessary to break the ice and the process of melting away fear and self-consciousness. He saw and felt no fear, only assured of his movements,Continue Reading

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I ask my husband,Did you notice the newapartments downtown?He looks at me curiously before he answers. I amaze my husbandby my lack of observation.I fail to noteroad construction,high-rise offices,those apartments built 5 years ago,and highway detour signs. I cocoon myself in a small world.I’m attracted to only important details:the enchantingContinue Reading

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“Homeless”your sign says,pointed at me,your home five years previously. I swear the floors have never been the same since you left.No matter how hard I scrub the decomp stains cling to the old wood. When I was Katie, you made her your home.You changed her tiling, her lighting, her fixtures.IContinue Reading

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I have sexual amnesia when I try to remember those most intimate moments with Pete. Sex had lured him to me, but my attraction to him was more conscious. A calculated thing. Once, after we had been married about six years, I suggested we consider having other consensual sexual relationshipsContinue Reading

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Now I would rather remember life than live it.I would rather imagine life than live it.I’d rather watch life going on from the sidelinesin a comfortable chair than stand in the midst of lifeliving it. And maybe that strikes you as sador perverse. And maybe I’m kind of a pervbecauseContinue Reading

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Dear Emmanuella,I just put the baby down for his nap and had to write to you right away. What you must be feeling, trapped on that leaking pirate ship with all those rats and bad food – and Cole so far away from you! Not to mention the pirate leaderContinue Reading