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  Mar 2021 Bijan Rabiee
RJW
dust, wood
the ground grows soft there
a sheet of pine needles
footprints etched into
the chestnut hues of autumnal life
softly the air gives way to raindrops
feeding the trees,
their steeples covering
creatures who wander their corridor
merging into the tarmac
stippled with pebbles
and freckles of water and fire
  Mar 2021 Bijan Rabiee
RJW
they all turned their faces away
bore flares
of sleeping suns
sails billowing
unfurling stems
heavy with blood orange petals
carpeted burgundy
twigs
cracked stone
acorns
riverbank of leaves
flaxen deeply
covered in willow hair
tidal river’s race
idyll
  Mar 2021 Bijan Rabiee
Amanda fancy
All My favorite songs are sad now
All our favorite drugs i do alone now.
Im weak, your death turned me into a zombie clone now. Death I fear now..life is different now.
Sulking in the absence of your being, i wont say your soul, its with me and it is saved now.
Ur by my side everyday, especially today..
its so cold out.
Snow jus falling down, wish it was you now
Mom jus got engaged yesterday n ur not here now..
I wish u were here for this drought..
Im still mentally down and out.
sad at the fact u wont be with me to blow congratulation clouds.
...get drunk as a family until time is no longer Found.
I miss you man, please stay with me.. don't let me drown.
I'll wear your crown .
one day ill be found, til then...
Love, the rebelious clown.
  Mar 2021 Bijan Rabiee
Jennifer DeLong
You make me laugh
You can look at life
with such humor
It's quite refreshing
Let the weird be said
We are all here dealing
with it
So why not laugh
Look at it and accept
it's not worth the worry
and why stress over it all
Keep it real
Laugh it off
Look through life
with a different sight
When life is tearing you down
Be with it and laugh at it
You will feel it and just laugh
Laugh it off
© Jennifer L DeLong 3/2/2021
  Mar 2021 Bijan Rabiee
Emilio Valdez
A misplaced angel dreams of lush facades,
Marinated in an amber-honey glaze that
pools into the streets, homes and
hearts of its radiant inhabitants

I wish to rip that page
from Dorothy Gale's book,
heel clicking until I am back
in that primal womb of sunshine

where I am able to soak in
the richness of natal nutrients
conceived for my angeleño heart
Just been missing home for a while now. Thanks for the outlet y'all.
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