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Author

Alex Mascarenhas

38 works

Genres: Essays Poetry
Poetry

The Ballad of the Man Who Was Once a King

Once upon a time

Succumbing to beauty was a man’s undoing

No longer his prime

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Poetry

Ravenous

I don’t know this man – never met Ray, yet…

He knows me; I know him

I don’t have a wife – her name is Babette

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Poetry

Corny Thievery and Wit

To spend my ink on my ilk

Proves to be quite a daunting task

To not error in my speech

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Poetry

The Chase

I saw a girl, I met her gaze

And her eyes smiled, dazzle, daze, haze

I want her child -- was shut my case

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Poetry

For Margaret

Today my heart ached

However, no, I did not cry

I was pleased to know

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Poetry

The Corn and the Thief

Happy birthday to the unborn

I have blue shoes, new, never worn

The anniversary of disbelief

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Poetry

Two Dreams

The dreams are swift, she leaps, lands, throws her skirt

In bed adrift, unconsciously alert

I shut my eyes, I don’t cease to live

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Poetry

The Visage

I saw a face, you see

This face I saw today

It dwelt in yesterday

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Poetry

Silence of the Books

And still, cameras or no cameras,

even libraries close.

As the P.A. system announces fifteen minutes to closing,

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Poetry

Close your Eyes

You close your eyes, look at the ground

Where the clowns sprinkled the clouds with glitter

Your ears are keen, head on her mound

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Poetry

Drunk, Sinking

I once drank wine so sweet

My heart sighed, filled, replete

Happily the town drunk

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Poetry

June in September

It happened one time One Friday in June The night was the day The morning the…

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Essays

To Live and Die in L.A.

Actors in Los Angeles are like the angels themselves – a dime a dozen. The first time I heard – well, read, really – this expression was in the Arthur Miller’s play Death of a…

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Poetry

Why Must It Be?

Why must life be

Enviously

Pursued by the one who scythes

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Poetry

The Chase II

She blew smoke

She’s no bloke

My heart’s broke

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Poetry

The Door

What’s behind a closed door?

I look at one now, white

I want to see through it

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Poetry

Touch-and-Go

Walked under the moon

Three Thursdays ago

I looked through my eyes

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Poetry

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 done

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