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Fossil
10 million years from now
Will they find us?
Two strangers
And yet so close
We are no Lovers of Varldaro
But when we stand face to face
Eye to eye
I see the quite safety of stone
Sand and limestone locked in place
And underneath
Is a beating spirit of song
The imprint remains
Strange creatures
Moved, displaced
Layered in sediment
One still frame
Why fear time’s decay?
When we could sleep soundly.
In 10 million years
Will they find us?
First Snow
Prague wakes up snuggled
under a cashmere blanket
the night clouds have thrown.
It lifts up
the diffused light
back to the sky —
a milky haze
over the Dancing House,
Portheimka Park,
and the green spires
on the red Church
of Saint Wenceslaus nearby.
It muffles the Monday morning rumble of trams at Anděl, inviting all dogs to roll over and play alive under the white-edged lindens.
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“What’s happening to freedom of speech in this country is undeniably alarming,” she says. “Why are we investing money and resources and support in arresting elderly Quakers and priests sitting peacefully in Trafalgar Square protesting the deaths of thousands of people by a country to whom we are still selling arms?"
- Juliet Stevenson
Albatross
I fell for the albatross
She wrapped me round her innerself
Don’t want to be your ornament
You dirty-eyed top shelf
I want to be your songbird
Write you lyrics every night
But you liked crows
And I just know
I can’t put up a fight
Have you ever felt this hurt?
This prison of harmony?
The stars like CCTV,
Another childhood cemetery.
Colossus of Rhodes
Who will remember me?
You asked as I smiled at your victory.
The concern like groves etched by a mason.
I held your head as the ground broke open
The hair spining from gold to silver
The arms, hands, shoulders thinning
slipping in your fast falling frame
The legs giving way
Where are we?
Stacking stories like stones
Covered in moss
Corrode
Die in darkness
Haggard, inconstant flashes
Raised
Like an idol in light
Remember
Remember
Charlie Loyd
Irrational Verse
Low Quality Facts
Steve Lieber
Totts