inversijas

Uzraksti mani otrādi  Ar krītu uz pelēkas tāfeles Dienā kad avoti kurina Miglu bezlapu ielejās Spoguļrakstā ievelc Visas diakritiskās zīmes Kamēr vārnas ķērkuļo Zarus ligzdās pīdamas Visu pilnīgi ačgārni Saber kā papīra turzā Dienā, kad gulbji aizlido Sniegu nākotnē brēkdami Lai turzas saturu sakratot Pēkšņi izmainās sintakse Kamēr strazdi kladzina Tumsā kašķīgi skriedami Uzraksti mani […]

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funeral coffee

the kitchen is ever dark, and cold, and cave-like, and sombre. starting the fire, on gas or in the cooking range. the quiet determinism of those present in the house for the morning. the smell of sadness, the unspoken collectiveness of all people waiting. the setting-up of the pots, the pouring of water, the measuring […]

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a letter

dear god, i am only a poet in a world of too many words. thank you for listening to my silences. faithfully yours, me Posted by Wordmobi

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creative blasphemy

“you are so creative,” she said. “but i am not,” i said. “that is blasphemy,” she said. “i don’t know about that,” i said, “i just think that creativity is something else.” and so, i thought, what is creativity? and what is the gift i have, and how shall i call it? thus today i […]

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