The Archive
Poems, essays and stories from the first iExile, restored with their original titles and writers, year by year, oldest first.
2010
Tapestry of a Rose Composed 1999
The Tapestry of a Rose
Threads woven, intertwined, an intimacy so delicate, so refined.
Images before me, in my minds eye, trying to comprehend this vision before me and…Deeply Awakened
By: Miranda Renee
Up in the dark green tree I know,
Where all the branches seem to flow,Intimate
Drawn to closeness then blinded by betrayal
Swept up by love then humiliated by its loss
Driven by hope then bound by fear.I spread my wings and the horizon grows (my thoughts)
I step out of my shell further. As time passes , sometimes fleeting glimpses and sometimes so…
Fragile Ebb
Sheltering oneself
For a sense of protection
A universe of life's giftsOpenly Visible
By: Miranda Renee
I step out into the open,
Where the sky looks heavy with rain,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.Journey of The Heart
Susan looked out the window of the sleeper cabin room on the Via Rail train. Her aqua eyes took…
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 are