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Originally posted on Morbid Corvid: Rob’s Notes, 24 OCT 1986. 1:38PM Wasn’t the girl? Mother caused a scene, told her step aside, give me her name, name: Corrine Green, worried, sincere … girl showed when younger man name: Carlos Almada, teenaged, brought daughter Virginia to scene. Mother and daughter wept: hold onto each other, could’ve… Read more
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Originally posted on Sudden Denouement Collective: ? All roads lead to Rome All roads lead to Rome and poetry -Delmore Schwartz All words lead to Love And the poetry in the afterLove I wish I wrote poems For the dreamers of barren lands. They do not go to Rome They go to places That cannot… Read more
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Originally posted on Sudden Denouement Collective: by Nitin Lalit Murali I called my father today and told him that his death will give me closure. “Why don’t you jump off the balcony while I’m talking to you? You’ll do us all a favor,” I said, seething with rage. Echoes of abuse never become whispers; the… Read more
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Originally posted on Morbid Corvid: The heavy rain outside becomes mere mist. There’s a strong pulse of music in the night and it throbs through to the wet bones of the lonely earth. Through the feet of the intoxicated, curly-haired dancer-women in their woven huaraches who can feel ovals of dirt invading their shoes and… Read more
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Originally posted on Sudden Denouement Collective: by Jimmi Campkin I remember she once told me; the funny thing about endings is that they never happen. ?By the time you reach it, you’re already past it. Likewise we can never experience tomorrow, it is always just out of arms reach. ?She was always saying stuff like… Read more
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A.R. Minhas She pours the nicotine on the head A bed of spirals Naked feet strawberries between your toes. Jam! My heart bursts with love It you could only smoke that tail-pipe. Exhale a statue of smoke her breasts are large Filled with unrepentant milk Her thighs shut my face between a mask of bronze. Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 