The scent of apple cake by My mother cooked as drudgery the same fifteen dishes round and round like a donkey bound to a millstone grinding dust.
By Lubna Khan3 years ago in Poets
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Follower by My father worked with a horse-plough, His shoulders globed like a full sail strung Between the shafts and the furrow.
Fragment 1 by Deathless Aphrodite of the spangled mind, Child of Zeus, who twists lures, I beg you Do not break with hard pains,
The Sorrow of Love by The quarrel of the sparrows in the eaves, The full round moon and the star-laden sky, And the loud song of the ever-singing leaves,
The Man from Snowy River by There was movement at the station, for the word had passed around That the colt from Old Regret had got away,
Masterpiece My heart crush down into pieces Like sun slashes the rainy clouds My smiles cracking down into tears Like nights steal days by surprise
Patty’s Charcoal Drive-In by First job. In tight black shorts and a white bowling shirt, red lipstick and bouncing ponytail, I present
The Sleeper by At midnight, in the month of June, I stand beneath the mystic moon. An opiate vapor, dewy, dim, Exhales from out her golden rim,
Blessing by May time grant you the lasting memory of the summer night on Jonas Ridge when we were walking the dogs, late—
The Arrival of the Past by You wake wanting the dream you left behind in sleep, water washing through everything, clearing away sediment
There Comes the Strangest Moment by There comes the strangest moment in your life, when everything you thought before breaks free—