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Found written on a piece of leather in Arabic, at an excavation twenty miles outside of Samarqand. Carbon dating traces it to sometime in the 1400's AD.

Through the door lay possessions;
silver teacups and sumptuous carpets.

One golden tray upturned on a table.

Through the door lay memories;
clay oven and well worn utensils.

One can still smell the cooking fire.

Through the door lay love;
clothing discarded and bedding displaced.

One single feather on a pillow.

Through the door lay life;
oud* in the corner and child sized shoes.

One single moment of peace.
An Oud is a Middle Eastern instrument, ancestor of the Guitar but with only four strings (sometimes more, sometimes less) and a bowl shaped body.
 Feb 2015 Catrina Sparrow
Nora R
Ash forests, Tigris and Euphrates meet
Pistachio scent slithers through my nose
He was no saint.
He feeds me forbidden fruit from Eden

Touches my face with his fingers
The warmth burns me inside like inferno
"Hell," he says, "does not exist"
And calls me his Heaven.
stressed over a great internal debate
between a spray of Jack or Tanqueray,
but after about four or five shots
they taste the same anyway.
 Jan 2015 Catrina Sparrow
Jamin
I'm sitting in the space of my eldest brother
Sorting water dameaged hockey cards
While I softly sing another
Song we grew up on
That nobody seems to like anymore
Not even the cards

This is what life is like
It seems less fair than it is
But I'm grateful for
The leftovers in my fridge

I'm the last one to come
And the last one to go
I'll be the last one
To say "I love you"
In a chapel
And I wouldn't have it faster

As long I'm dry
And as long I'm fed
As long as I'm breathing
I am at my best
I am at my best

I got in entranced by a girl I should have known better
The very same soul of whom I'd said "never"
And she is loved by my hearts brother
I'm going to a place we traveled together
But he's not with me
No, he isn't with me

We all have dreams

Some larger than others
Some oversized for my size 10 feet
These water damaged hockey cards
Are my only company
Nov 4, 2014
chairs don't get enough credit
nor do beds, who witness
ever accumulating sleep debt
we've let flying with the clouds
go from fantasy to unnoticed
head bent constantly because of phones
speaking in hushed tones to
the person on the other line
while we decline away from the public
a distructive inability to communicate
face to face
or hold conversations
completely connected, yet disconnected
is what this world has become
Daniel Magner 2015

A feeling I have about sixty percent of the time
I've had a car for years
but have been riding around with
somebody else at the wheel.
Didn't have a car yesterday
and walked the 8 miles home
through midnight wind.
Halfway there I realized
that I was the one driving now.
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