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 Apr 2024 Nigdaw
Onoma
melancholia loses its voice after

the unbroken rasp of its whispers--

are stripped naked by the oppressive

vapors it possessed to temper.

lordly & nonemergent--walked thru

the walls of its mansion, into rooms

that bear the sound of drizzle.

hallways of bounding sunlight, stunted

by dense clouds.
 Apr 2024 Nigdaw
jeffrey conyers
No amount of rain can erase the tear stain upon my face.
No, not I
Oh, not I going to wish for rain for it to happen.

Don't matter how many songs sing about it.
This just not me just to get sick over losing my love.

No
No, I rather spend a day hurt.
And wake up in the morning still blue.
While not giving her comfort that in the rain walking.


She tells her friends I am a fool.
 Apr 2024 Nigdaw
Onoma
This Visitor
 Apr 2024 Nigdaw
Onoma
this outward ****** that visits

us--after cold buckles when its

interminable rites have been read.

this visitor--right from the heart,

going right for the heart...throws us

into that central fire.

April is concomitant with the abrupt

feel of flame, all dormancy goes up.
 Apr 2024 Nigdaw
ymmiJ
Untitled
 Apr 2024 Nigdaw
ymmiJ
dwell on hate
you will be hateful
dwell on love....
 Apr 2024 Nigdaw
Peter Balkus
Mirror
 Apr 2024 Nigdaw
Peter Balkus
In a mirror, we always look older
and we believe that it lies.
We blame it for every wrinkle:
Okay then, you lie, but why?!

How rude of mirror to do so,
like literally in the face!?
We give it so much attention
and what in return? Disgrace!

Or perhaps we do look older
indeed, and it doesn't lie.
Perhaps we lie to ourselves
and maybe we know well why.
 Apr 2024 Nigdaw
Onoma
twelve pointed hats

lower over the silver pan

of her High North reclusion.

set down.

she stir fries the vegetative

chants of a clockwork coven.

an aroma fills the forest...

the unachievable balance between

decay & delectability.
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