Category Archives: Poetry

Mic check: hunglikejesus

Good Morning by hunglikejesus this may enhance your reading pleasure: Morning greeted me next to her. As sunlight strikes my love I am consumed by the emotions that accompany the realization that she is indeed mine. I have succumbed to … Continue reading

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I watched myself disappear

I watched myself disappear before my very eyes when I stayed silent and on the sidelines I faded gradually when I let my Muslim neighbors disappear into the void lost in the maze of detention When I permitted immigrants in … Continue reading

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American dreamin’

When I was younger people asked me why don’t you smile more? and I changed the topic I felt like an intruder in someone else’s dream like a borrower of someone else’s threads Some people know what it feels like … Continue reading

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Trivial

Why is one life worth more than another? graves are dug cheaply in the frozen earth Who sets the prices of silver and gold? the borrower always a slave and in chains Why are some voices heard above the rest? … Continue reading

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Perpetual

Words can change the course of a mighty river and shape the contour of an imposing canyon Ideas can expand a crowded space and reason with the blackest night Voices can speak of things that open the gates and crawl … Continue reading

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After the glow

Across the spectrum light and ambience move in rhythm bathed in color Cross the threshold to find one’s way out from under the dimmest pane Fresh pigments splash the pavement the windows dressed in mosaics of worn tile Then the … Continue reading

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Spun thread

There is a fine thread more precious than silver and gold spinning and weaving its way into the story. The spinner spins and the weaver weaves love is shared and love is hoarded scraps lie on the stone floor. The … Continue reading

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Blown glass

(For Gaza) Broken like glass but not torn asunder the spirit recoils and rises from the ashes as the colors swirl Torn like shreds of cloth standing in a land of blood stained rocks waiting for the sun to fall … Continue reading

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