*I found that form added important pacing that helped add context and drama to this poem which I could not create in the WordPress blog
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Olivia
Angus is going to ruin the ship’s carpet. He’s in quite a state about getting on the boat and the vet says he’s getting fat
The Cruise Party – Wang
This is part of an exercise we did in class where each of us wrote a monologue of a character attending a cruise to celebrate
Robbing a Seance
The floor of our minivan was covered in sheets of paper, a sea of black stars and pentagrams. I smoothed the creases of my black
Following the Rain
George Maxwell was up at four in the morning again. He pulled his pale, lumpen frame out of bed and shuffled towards the walk-in shower.
Three Folk in a Cafe
A few tables across from me, among friends, sat a gentleman of modest height and of slender build, he wore blue denim and a baggy
Tariaksuq
Long were the shrieks that rapped at the frost-cracked timber of the buckling shack door. Delsi watched from a corner of the dilapidated cabin’s gloom
Black and white, romanticised; a collector of shiny treasures. Children know not your darker nature and the blood soaked into your feathers. While the corvid,
Of Where I Long to Be
I find you everywhere Human made or at home In a little pod Tucked under the eaves, Across the fields, A neck, a hand, Always
The loneliness of coming home
She comes home from a long day at work to an empty flat, every night. She hangs her keys on the nail on the wall
The cafe full of humanity
As I am waiting for my toastie, as my stomach is impatiently grumbling, my eye is drawn to a moving figure to my right. The
Coffee Shop assignment
As her toddler son, Harris, skips away from their table to get her some sugar, she looks out of the window and sighs while passing a black comb
Night People
Frantic feet scramble for the steps beneath my feet, Guided by blind eyes following blind eyes like bats in the night. A gasp for air,
A Chasm Dark
The resonance of her tread smacked against the hard stone of the black chamber, she knew it was stone by the scuff of her heel
A Young Man From Portobello (Haiku)
There was once a young man from Portobello And his favorite colour was yellow. He wore it head to knee, And got stung by a
Childhood Fun
Empty pavement, empty road. Streetlights lighting up the nothingness An overgrown island Two trees, a few flowers and some weeds. Summertime, Not too hot and
Foolish
Muddy piled leaves on a bed of unspoiled roots Like dams reject the flimsy light. Rusty black died fence threatening escapism. Faceless strangers treading down
Haruki Murakami
It is 4:00AM. Not 3:59AM or 4:01AM but 4:00AM on the dot. The desk awaits him, like a miniature boxing ring with pencils; talismans; a
I Know She Loves Me
I know she loves me. We met in IKEA last year. I could see she was the kind of girl who would choose someone like
Essi A. Sunnel
A Sonet by William Shakespeare