MİRAGE BY JOHN RC POTTER
Your love has faded like the desert sun as it sets slowly in the cold and shivering night. I come to you walking quietly as if you are a faint mirage in the hot and feverish...
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Your love has faded like the desert sun as it sets slowly in the cold and shivering night. I come to you walking quietly as if you are a faint mirage in the hot and feverish...
Read MoreWhenever I approached The hawk was aloof Rude or reclusive Insisting upon a vast Distance between us This new acquaintance Kestrel or peregrine From its markings Its belly as white As the trillium below I’d like to imagine As an...
Read MoreWe had rules An elaborate though Predicable protocol An understanding at least Historians will eventually Chronicle a treaty Just yesterday All was in order Lush warm fragrant Trillium blanketed Creek banks in drifts White...
Read MoreMy mind Seeks out suffering Excavator of misery My mind Like yours was assembled For this purpose To fabricate and espouse Something new and improved A conundrum to solve Something anything To worry over I was informed Under the...
Read MoreYou dodge the plate. She pitches another. You duck again. “Stop it!” you shout. “I’m sorry!” “I hate you,” she yells. “How could you?” She resumes pelting you with the china. Plate by plate, her force intensifying with each...
Read MoreYes, this is a moment of silence. Shhhhhh! Hush. Listen. The winds whistle their hymns in the distance. The waves wash themselves, away, to a temporary sleep. Of course I would do the same if it wasn’t so quiet....
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