Poetry

Washington

i. ShearEighteen spans, massive Trembling softlySoothing and rocking, murmuringForgetfulness, abnegating the airThe space beneath The commuters hung aloft Steel and concrete, manmadePiles driven deep, riverbed anchorsTowering to braceHis vertebraeCooling drops condensing Salt air drifting in From estuary, cove and inletSoothe his pebbled skinHis task is far from easyA minor Atlas bearing Stress and strain—incalculable! No […]

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On the Beauty of Aging

I’ve never understoodthe glamorization of youth,the glorification ofthe unfinished brain,When every yearstretches itself out,longer than a decade feelsjust a decade or two later.I’ve never understoodthe nostalgia fornot knowing howyour life will turn out,In those most precarious times,when just about everythingteeters on going horribly wrong.I can’t contend with a yearningfor an era when“the rest of one’s […]

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