#bluffs - Hello Poetry

Nothing looks familiar anymore and I want to go home but nowhere feels like it anymore. When bluffs get boring I trade them for fields. When two lakes aren’t enough I leave for a forest of them. Maybe it’s true that home isn’t a place but a feeling. Maybe home is me. But what if home isn’t a feeling, but a person. Maybe home is You. For now I’ll have to carry all that makes a home in my bones until I find someone I can unpack into

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May 3, 2015

May 3, 2015 at 12:38 AM UTC

dana-k

Home 02/05/15

Nothing looks familiar anymore and I want to go home but nowhere feels like it anymore. When bluffs get boring I trade them for fields. When two lakes aren’t enough I leave for a forest of them. Maybe it’s true that home isn’t a place but a feeling. Maybe home is me. But what if home isn’t a feeling, but a person. Maybe home is You. For now I’ll have to carry all that makes a home in my bones until I find someone I can unpack into

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Of Civilization and Disenchantment by Michael R. Burch Suddenly uncomfortable to stay at my grandfather's house ― actually his third new wife's, in her daughter's bedroom ― one interminable summer with nothing to do, all the meals served cold, even beans and peas... Lacking the words to describe ah! , those pearl-luminous estuaries ― strange omens, incoherent nights. Seeing the flares of the river barges illuminating Memphis, city of bluffs and dying splendors. Drifting toward Alexandria, Pharos, Rhakotis, Djoser's fertile delta, lands at the beginning of a new time and "civilization." Leaving behind sixty miles of unbroken cemetery, Alexander's corpse floating seaward, bobbing, milkwhite, in a jar of honey. Memphis shall be waste and desolate, without an inhabitant. Or so the people dreamed, in chains. Published by The Centrifugal Eye and The Centrifugal Eye Fifth Anniversary Anthology. Keywords/Tags: Memphis, river, barges, bluffs, Alexandria, Pharos, Rhakotis, Djoser, Alexander, waste, desolate

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Mar 29, 2020

Mar 29, 2020 at 2:10 AM UTC

michael-r-burch

Of Civilization and Disenchantment

Of Civilization and Disenchantment by Michael R. Burch Suddenly uncomfortable to stay at my grandfather's house ― actually his third new wife's, in her daughter's bedroom ― one interminable summer with nothing to do, all the meals served cold, even beans and peas... Lacking the words to describe ah! , those pearl-luminous estuaries ― strange omens, incoherent nights. Seeing the flares of the river barges illuminating Memphis, city of bluffs and dying splendors. Drifting toward Alexandria, Pharos, Rhakotis, Djoser's fertile delta, lands at the beginning of a new time and "civilization." Leaving behind sixty miles of unbroken cemetery, Alexander's corpse floating seaward, bobbing, milkwhite, in a jar of honey. Memphis shall be waste and desolate, without an inhabitant. Or so the people dreamed, in chains. Published by The Centrifugal Eye and The Centrifugal Eye Fifth Anniversary Anthology. Keywords/Tags: Memphis, river, barges, bluffs, Alexandria, Pharos, Rhakotis, Djoser, Alexander, waste, desolate

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they read ha he said was he sober the apple tree made grapes whine the cheese said please that mouse smiled at me snap goes the trap just got them whiskers this time ? ... .. .

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Feb 21, 2018

Feb 21, 2018 at 10:39 PM UTC

lashingstars

this time

they read ha he said was he sober the apple tree made grapes whine the cheese said please that mouse smiled at me snap goes the trap just got them whiskers this time ? ... .. .

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