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The Lost Memories of Tomorrow
Anita woke up without a name. The idea was terrifying, but for some reason, she was calm as the doctor called her name.
“Anita? Can you hear me?” The doctor peered down at her, but his eyes kept shifting away.
Another figure came into her...
First of Many
Throughout the annals of history, many facts are long forgotten or never recorded at all. This is accurate regarding the time we humans lurked in caves. Although it is dispiriting to think so, there are countless tales of hardship across every corner of...
Cut
I stretched my fingers, and there I feltA cut, a slit of tender fleshUncertain where it came from, or when —Maybe yesterday, over piles of unsanded wood
Yet it never left the way it arrived, like thatJanuary afternoon, many years ago -I washed my...
Brave New World
It’s 20 minutes after 8 in the eveningAnd everyone is readying themselvesFor another wretched night of fragile safety.Air raid sirens bellow throughout Kiev and Kharkiv and all over UkraineAs the ceaseless roar of rockets and missilesDart throughout the merciless winter night.The huddled masses...
FROM SEAWARD AND OTHER POEMS
Seaward
Escaping the harshnessof a pandemicI swim for this antipathy to endlike sandscapes wheresea turtles go underto lay...
Four Poems for the Future
Nothing’s Too Far
There is no escaping the long arm of memory,
& the more I try to, I turn to it instead:
During trips to my father’s house tucked deep
in Badbad, I learned as a child to look at the blurring
flowers when responses to “Are...
