i told a joke, an anecdote really, that only amused ...
Tag: poem
the interpreter
there are words that cannot be translated and there are words that probably would not be wise ...
brother, demilitarize my soul
any time i bump into manhood still drunk with the siege of troy, i wonder what does it mean to be ...
a lesson on contractions
i am / i’m going to die. you are / you’re going to die. he is / he’s going to die. ...
a hereditary disease called life
i have never asked to be born, yet something holds me accountable and i have already been punished ...
on your birthday musings
someone took a picture just before you blew out the candles and it will stay that way, your gentle smile suspended ...
in search of a word
in the world of language, word definitions are very important. but what if you ...
the curse of the poet king
what would the world be like if you were in charge? i still remember that naive game ...
the damned silence of the poet
i may rarely speak, but i listen and if you ask about my silence, what can i say? maybe i just do ...
i do not write about fairies
i am not a misogynist, i was just married once, so stop asking me why ...
more or less settled calendar
there are seven days a week: monday, monday, monday, monday, monday, after-monday, before-monday. i took ...
sit tibi terra laeta
it takes a while to become facetious, as it is said that we are born innocent, and only with the passage of time ...
the one palindrome i miss
at first you found my vigorous tattarrattat at your door amusing. but in my search for palindromes, i had not noticed that ...
the supposed allure of secularism
he called me an escapist who hang on to a feel-good believe system. perhaps he is right. in the end, i do not struggle ...
*** [would you notice a quiet man reading]
would you notice a quiet man reading an engraved plaque on the backrest of each memorial bench he passes by? ...
a single man
i can hear nothing but rain in the dramatic movements of your lips. ...
doubts
years ago my father disowned me because i dared to change my faith. not that he was particularly religious. ...
a prank
i heard of the city warden who arranged all the files in the station computer based on dante’s nine circles of hell. ...
the tank man verse
remember, remember the june fourth and the embers who stood against bullets and tanks. ...
*** [the house i live in is made of granite]
the house i live in is made of granite. its thick stone walls block radio waves and strangers' stares. its windows face ...
classifieds: a personal ad
conditioned by the algorithm, i swipe right across the puzzling realms of online dating to see if my world remains binary. it is not ...
it all started with the alphabet book
i was reading the satanic verses in a hospital bed as the drip rinsed the remnants of an overdose ...
*** [sometimes i think of my foreign language]
sometimes i think of my foreign language teachers. i doubt they remember me. i certainly forgot the cyrillic alphabet, the latin declension, ...
force of habit
i sleep on my right side facing her as if she ...
a poet. anonymous
hi, my name is… bleak and i am a poet. anonymous as i would be if i were handing down a word ...
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innocent of thought cruelties the poet examined the truth conditions of the utterance ...
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a direct question from a reader flustered the poet as he walked along the lines of monteverdi ...
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as he pored over the ancient maps of the land of purple mr nothing remembered ...
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the ability to appreciate a little gift from someone who barely knows the predicaments of holding the door ...
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if the stench of burning from the eatery downstairs painstakingly depicted ...
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the disproportionality of his features made mr nothing ...
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occupying intentionally blank pages the poet drew all the bizarre encounters ...
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unsure of his presence given or inferred from phantom pains ...
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although devoid of carnality mr nothing met a woman inviting strangers to dinner ...
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as they found themselves strangely at odds with a pilcrow mark in each stanza ...
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mr nothing examined his body the poet made him aware of his constantly bleeding nose ...
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through the paper walls of mr nothing’s place the poet could hear ...
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mourning the death of ivan ilyich tore them asunder when the poet noticed yawning he stepped back from the mahogany lectern ...
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aware of his grammatical inadequacy mr nothing considered the differences between the simple past and the present ...
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with no one to blame to bear a grudge against for all the things that ...
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mr nothing never thought about anything useful words like scrumptious or innocuous and caressing on the tip of his tong slipped ...
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exploring the anatomy of timeless classics in smooth leather covers ...
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the year the greek derivative locked the doors marked the windows with colours ...
