The Archive
Poems, essays and stories from the first iExile, restored with their original titles and writers, year by year, oldest first.
2012
Summer Haiku
Fleeting days of warmth
Captured like glowing fireflies
Comfort for cold nightsRAIN
Insatiable rain of passion
Pours its thirsty drops
Of wineFor Shame
Coarse, white sands
Swallowed occasionally by salty, crystal waters
Sky the lightening apricot of the pensive sunsetThe Door
What’s behind a closed door?
I look at one now, white
I want to see through itQUIET & STILL
A middle-aged man of dubious character,
To other's eyes that behold him,
Dressed in fine clothes, fit for a master,After The Pain
Memories arrive uninvited—
Slamming the screen door--
Materializing out of thin air,WOUND
Your moons are hurting!
Running from you,
Painful desire.The Chase II
She blew smoke
She’s no bloke
My heart’s brokeA Poem About Poetry By A Poet
Poets and poetry are like script is to paper -
One is fit for use by the other;
Script and paper go hand in hand -Before
I love life at the funeral
In the morning, when the deceased is unknown, warm and still hated
When the tax man is about to start his rounds, ruthless and docileShadow Dwellers
Those who dwell in shadows
Are not children of the dark
But rather students of anguish and fearREPETITION
Don't break my arms!
Someone already has,
When rain was not waterWhy Must It Be?
Why must life be
Enviously
Pursued by the one who scythesTHE VARIOUS EXPRESSIONS OF TRAVEL
Travel...
from town to city,
from car to bus,At dawn
I’m late at dawn
Among the rotten dew
Near the slaughtered love, in sightWhat If?
What If?
As I stop and watch the sun set
At the ending of the day,ALIENATION
My mind got tired chasing trendy ghosts
And everything looks so absurd to me,
Today without a sense becomes a lostSWAN IN THE BACKGROUND
The swan reflects upon the surface of the water,
As a poet contemplates their inner being and soul,
The reflection connects with the swan,At dawn, again
Bayonets smothered by dew
Sighs coagulated by vagrant veins
hope for the sunshine, unseenA Moment in Time
Warm rain-washed morning
Black coffee on the patio
Silent slipping of traffic through the mist