When I die
Where will my loved ones see me buried?
Within the fired synapses of people I cared for
And held gently in passing thoughts that
Evaporate like soft steam from morning tea
Grave Lies
Tag: poetry
New Moon Rising
Blackout poetry by Lily Iervasi.
Schnittlauch Pfannkuchen
One summer, your mama took us to the forest to collect Schnittlauch.
We came home and mixed the Schnittlauch with our pancake batter,
and I was happy, because these pancakes were not sour, or familiar like our Dosas.
Did You Know Our Souls Beat in Sync?
Sometimes i feel you
Is Instapoetry Really So Bad?
At its core, instapoetry – which appears to simply be a catch-all term for any poetry that finds a home online – is nothing new. The broad criticism it has faced, like many literary genres before it, is not novel either.
Little Red Lunchbox
He takes to work / His little, red lunchbox.