Category: Poetry
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Pony Ride
Oops — I seem to have misplaced a bottle of red wine — she was a malbec varietal; organic… Argentina was the country of origin. If you see her, do tell her I’m still available… Yet the tone that peeled the grape is both contemporary in sound, as well as dated in scope… 17yrs…
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Room With a View
Room With a View Head back, eyes slowly opening… The plaster swirls float above timeless crown moulding like chunky clouds gently being ushered along by unseen breezes, or in a mirror effect, reach as whitecaps do, moved by silent tides: As above, so below… Polarized, yet equally reminiscent of the fallen leaves this autumn; fitting…
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Reflections from the ether
Reflections from the ether Under an orange light; a kick away from the suspension bridge — this is where the young and hopeful love-struck circle, looking for the perfect spot to park their passion. My companion — my friend — looks to the west, growling uncertainty at the carousel of lights which are disturbing the…
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MYSTICAL
MYSTICAL Dowries and teardrops, passed down as pearls; Ribbons and sunsets for aspiring romantics… Girls… and the women who steal them — the lavender swirls take form as birds… then fly to their mark. Yet still remains the innocence of cast and hue — my coloured moods: shades befitting the gold that is you. The…
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Flashback
I’m on the subway – it’s 1981 again: the Slav reads – it’s ‘Magic’, I did, too, after night shifts at Yonge and Eglinton. This must be the same train; it’s trademark wiggle loosening some memories… But now, it has more character – I’m convinced I rode in this exact car when Reagan was shot;…