The Archive
Poems, essays and stories from the first iExile, restored with their original titles and writers, year by year, oldest first.
2010
The Edge
Hold my eyes, never let go
Release yourself into my hands
Inhale and breath your secret demandsA Prayer in the Dark
By: Miranda Renee
My eyes always hide my sorrow.
I ask Mr.Clock if I can have some more time to borrow.I Have Been Found
What I Know
what I have found
My love for you Is the ultimate soundReflection of a Dream
Out of the darkness of my dream,
The flash of a light beam,
You appeared before my eyes.Garden of Pleasure
Music flows sublime
Thorns of Fire
Stirring from the inside outGATEWAY
Pushing away walls of doubt
Anticipation takes over
With every breath Heightened minds feeding off unspoken words
2011
2012
The Good Days
Today’s a happier day, it’s brighter
Don’t mind the rapier’s sway, don’t fight ‘er
I get up, I go out, I get it doneback
And yet I’ve stayed. Against my freedom, against my veins.
I stayed and forgot myself in the mirror of nowhere to go.
Cover my eyes, cover them, I’d beg.DREAMS
Dreaming of the future,
Dreaming of the past,
Dreaming of the present moment,Whispering deserter
Last night I deserted the war that was waged between
the entities
were left in the trenches they ownedAt the Arts Festival, Galway
At the Arts Festival, Galway
There are swans on the Corrib,
Along Quay Street the pubs areAlliteration
Goofy gangly geese
Are not what they seem
They'll nip your tiny ticklish toesThose
Those who honored
Vanished in the grave
Those who glorifiedLOVE STORY
Love's color
Has the smell
Of GunPowder,Carnal
No pants no shoes no shirt
Grope push pull slam groove
Lick taste moan spurtTouch-and-Go
Walked under the moon
Three Thursdays ago
I looked through my eyescrossing the bering
if we were all eskimos
everything would be so much whiter
but we couldn’t tellTHE SUNSET UPON THE OCEAN
I delight in the beauty of a sunset sparkle,
Across a peaceful endless ocean,
The breeze creating tiny waves,Virtual
the face I see, I dream
tomorrow I'd love
my fingertips forgot the longing for whispers