The Last Conversation

When death arrives Drawing by Author Sometimes, Death arrives at the door of the living.Brings a gift from nature. No pain. Lacking disaster. The living unlatches the door, un-key the hole,welcomes Death on old matts riddled with dust and stories of a life.Death bows gently. I’ve been expecting you, friendWe’ve met before The living holds Death’s hand. Fingers gripped around the…

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My Little Secret Book

Daily writing promptWhat book could you read over and over again?View all responses A Raven with all its secrets and knowledge | Pexels — Phil Mitchell My favorite book in the entire world is a children’s book titled The Ravenmaster’s Secret written by Elvira Woodruff. Even before coming across that book, Ravens have always been my favorite birds. The main reason for that is because I find…

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Loose Thoughts in a Foreign Land

A love poem for someone who cannot love back Protect me from that which falls from heaven | Kido Dong — Unsplash New York City is strange.We think we’re chasing a dreamwhen we can’t even chase a trainto get to where we’d like. I know this poemhad a long time coming.The wind always blows against me when rushing.I’ve always found that to be idiomatic.It makes sense when one looks deeperbut by…

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Live a Big Life!

Daily writing promptWrite a letter to your 100-year-old self.View all responses You’ve lived a heck of a life, haven’t you? Before I go into anything else, you better have taken that one-year vacation that you’ve been planning to take since you were in your 20s. As I’m writing this letter, I’m currently in my 20s with about the next 30 years of life planned with one adventure to the next–and…

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A Conversation About Traveling

From NYC to the seven continents The author sitting on la costa in Cuba If I could go anywhere in the world,I’d go inside your mind. Haha! But no, seriously…If I could go anywhere in the world,I’d go to Spain.Maybe, there, I could erase your pain,be the matador taking control of all the bull-shitstinking up your life. I’d love to lay on the coasts of ChileFresher than the prince from…

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New Writing Chapters in My Life

Why I started a weekly newsletter on Substack Sparks of the new | Pexels — Kaique Rocha Let’s go down history I’ve been writing since late 2008 or early 2009. I’ve taken myself seriously as a writer since 2015. It has been a shaky journey of giving up, asking myself about my purpose, and moments when I realized that I got the entire “writing game” figured out. Finally! The current year is…

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Cameras. Everywhere.

Always watching | Pexels – Erik Mclean Isn’t it strange how we’re all on camera? It shows me myself via this tiny, dark, glossy circleSo let me make, invent, create a facethen project it out to all the people in my private group“Private”but you didn’t see it, so did it really happen? If you don’t have it on camera did it really happen? Pics or it didn’t happen!I say I mustgrab it all on…

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Starting With Resentment

Venom, and its flower | Pexels – Brett Sayles Acid in my veins;all the pain I’ve archived.Resentment be a child;I go in labor everydayI get pregnant everydayI get fucked everyday The day’s first thought displaces to an instabilitybrought upon my dear, precious, simple,and logical constructions of a time in the past.Soap box on the wrong shelf;Dirty dish water too cold A cloud filters the sun’s…

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The Night and Their Light

Listen to those who choose to stay up at night.

We fall, but in colors | Pexels – James Wheeler I’ve had the most vulnerable conversationsin the night. They were stranded,running from reality. Nighttime is an unending sacrificefor those the day did not suffice.How can I achieve the best of both worldsif I never hear what the darkness has to say? There’s darkness in their facescolonizing the spaces under their eyes.There’s darkness…

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Afro Love

Pure love; black love.

Pure love; Black love | Pexels – Vinícius Vieira ft Black Boy with picBlack Boy with brush Black Boy with HairMaking Sista rush Sista you thiccThat skin’s caramel Black Boy tasteIt’s so naturelle Sista got brainsSista got strength Sista plant her footBlack Boy know respect Black Boy and Sista wildHair of Nature and Forest Love so inextricableLove with extra zest To Love the Rain Thank…

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Railroad Blues

We're all so closed off here

So much to say, but I gotta go | Ketut Subiyanto – Pexels In this city,trains don’t talk of empathy.it’s racket, it’s noise, it’s outburstsas they all refrain from looking within So the train goes.past stationspast never ending final stops A sweet chorus whistles from the lipsof the conductor:don’t ask me about me,i won’t ask about you. Let me be lost till I disappearedinto my railroad…

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The Road Home

Rocky road to endlessness | mali maeder – Pexels As the starlight glows upon a lonely sky,We search for hope and pray to the Most High. A cold empty world, inside of meHeads down, as we walk aimlesslySearching for love, unity, and perhaps company. A snow falls,A star shines the brightest in the skyAttracting itself in me, radiating purely.A family awaits, arms wide With love, I was brought…

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Don’t Let Go of My Hands

Whatever happens, don't let me go.

My hands have a story | Alex S Beto – Pexels I swear I do not need youbut having you near, it would help. Yeah! I swear I do not need youbut I just need to knowyou will not disintegrate,whatever happens. I just need to know you won’t let goyou won’t let it go,you won’t let me go.That crystal balls won’t fall and shatterheads won’t grow furious like chimps, emotions let’s find a way to…

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Only Human

Frida and beyond | Brett Sayles – Pexels You’re a human.That is limited I’m an artist.That breaks limits So I smile.When I look at you,I look in youI look past youI look at your past Smile. And touch you. You’re only human.Possessive of limits I’m an artist.Seeing beyond possibilities And I hold you.Squeeze you between my body and heart Make your artleak. Squeeze your art,onto the…

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Taking The L

Picture by author Whenever I take the L,Nostalgia hits me like a late-running trainThat grinds my face to dust rising in the sun’sProjection on my mindInundated with a traffic of picturesLong left behind in the lightsSometimes more white than brightHabiting this train squeezing through a tube. Ghosts under the daylight;Memories that live long after their executionThat I raise in a holy shrine…

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Finding Nemo

Photo by Tony Wu – Pexels When you decide to love another manI want you to not forget: Thank you for making me feelThe other side of love. Thank you for Making me understand,Riding horses on the back of the wind Thank you for aiming at my heartsetting fireworks in the little fucker Thank you for unchaining me,let my heart fly, “you’re free.” Thank you for making my mouth a gold minesso now…

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Demanding Prayers

Photo by Binti Malu – Pexels I asked the Lord to give me blessingsbut He asked me to give away my blessings I say, I asked the Lord to give me blessings!but He asked me to give away my blessings. I asked the Lord to give me blessingsbut my pleasures, my daily–my vital acts,He told me to forfeit the deeps I thought kept me uprighton my feet,He asked me to give away my blessings were of…

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