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AE Jun 2024
Turning pages, fast asleep
I dreamt of waking
and just letting things be
while threading this 5:00 am sun
between my fingers
braiding the rays into tethers
that hold onto yesterday
and today, without alteration

What a story it would read
Joshua Phelps May 2024
always the same
and never the better

you run a fool’s game,
always playing with
the lever.

ready to pull down,
ready to go,

the deepest
pockets of your mind,
an ebb and flow.

misery loves company,
at least one more
this time

always cyclical, and round
and round you go,

emotional chaos
that you hope to
control

but the storm’s ragin’
and you’re comfortable

with a little rain
sometimes

because you know
stories aren’t told
without a little
suffering sometimes.
Zywa Apr 2024
Tall bite tales wander

about and attach themselves --


to amputations.
Novel "The Moor's Last Sigh" (1995, Salman Rushdie), chapter (3-) 16

Collection "Low gear"
Flor Apr 2024
In the canvas of the sky, stories unfold,
As clouds drift by, their tales untold.
With a wild imagination, I watch them dance,
Creating adventures in a single glance.

A dragon's roar, a castle high,
In the fluffy clouds that paint the sky.
A ship sets sail on a sea of blue,
As the clouds whisper secrets known to few.

I see faces, animals, shapes so grand,
In the ever-changing sky, where dreams expand.
With each passing moment, a new story is born,
In the vast expanse of the heavens, adorned.

In the silence of the day, I listen close,
To the tales, the clouds and wind impose.
With a wild imagination, I let them guide,
As they paint pictures, far and wide.

So let the clouds weave their tales so free,
In the endless sky for all to see.
With my wild imagination, I'll soar and roam,
In the stories, the clouds call home.
Another version of Mr. Cloud Tells Me Stories
Zywa Apr 2024
Human babies are

infected from birth, with the --


story parasite.
Novel "Two Years Eight Months & Twenty-Eight Nights" (which is 1001 nights, 2015, Salman Rushdie), chapter 4 "The Strangenessses"

Collection "Low gear"
Zywa Apr 2024
Within every

story new stories, that's how --


the universe works.
Novel "Two Years Eight Months & Twenty-Eight Nights" (which is 1001 nights, 2015, Salman Rushdie), chapter 7 "Within the Chinese Box,"

Collection "Low gear"
Zywa Feb 2024
A golden story

is not forged of sparkling truth --


It shines with deceit.
Novel "The Golden House" (2017, Salman Rushdie), chapters (1-) 6 and (2-) 23

Collection "Low gear [2]"
AE Feb 2024
To my father, who loves telling stories

Pomegranate seeds,
splatter over the countertops
your laughter heightens their fragrance
a dish rag in my hands
a halfway story exaggerating between your lips
mouthfuls and mouthfuls of past
something so simple about this morning
a togetherness of complex mirage
sun pierces through this sinking heart
and a strong desire to ease the pain
that has sunken into the cracks
overcomes me
I wonder what love is,
If it exists beyond this moment as anything true
and you, still lost in your narrations
tell me all about living
and this wondering finds ease
just as I, in your presence
Zywa Feb 2024
Today, too much is

happening, I must pretend --


it is a story.
Novel "Buitenstaanders" ("Outsiders", 1983, Renate Dorrestein), § 3

Collection "Truder"
Zywa Jan 2024
The stories I tell

are too thick, too big, too wide --


You can see the lies.
Autobiographical book "Aftermath: On Marriage and Separation" ("Nasleep: over huwelijk en scheiding", 2012, Rachel Cusk), quoted by Merel Kamp in her article "Karma, lot of eigen schuld? Vertel het maar" ("Karma, fate or own fault? Just tell me"), in the NRC of January 16th, 2024

Collection "Appearances"
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