By baruk on May 3, 2011
We could not see you, Though you stood right there, In a bright red dress. We could not hear you, Though you broke your voice, Screaming into our ears. Instead we chose The facade of smiles, Blind our eyes, To that which made us uneasy, Itched under our skins. And when your smile turned […]
By baruk on April 22, 2011
commit your mortal dreams to that undying flame, and scream. the rabid angel’s song is fading on the rise… the eyes, the eyes! soaked in washed out wrung, and hung to die. NOTE: this is a tidied-up version of crucified, probably written around 1993.
By baruk on October 13, 2010
interrupting my weekly-post rhythm for a beautiful piece by sanga: teacher, basketball player and 1/3rd of naked and in love. also (fairly obviously) a poet, and till recently, quite the technophobe. go here for another sample of his work. cheraw is one of the traditional dances of the zo tribes, and characteristically has a one-two […]