Submissions by danielacorn
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
A Phone Conversation With Mother (Sestina)
What do you make of our atrocities
abroad? Do you believe the newspapers
and BBC news?' I said, and she said
'I'm not a paranoid conspiracist,
where's the evidence for all this nonsense?'
'Well, okay, where's the evidence for yours?'
I said, and she said 'well you give me yours
first.' So I read out the atrocities
listed in my Noam Chomsky book. 'Nonsense'
she said, 'he's mad. I trust the newspapers.'
'Why do you think he's a conspiracist?'
I said. 'He's very out of touch' she said.
'You could be very out of touch' I said,
'why...
abroad? Do you believe the newspapers
and BBC news?' I said, and she said
'I'm not a paranoid conspiracist,
where's the evidence for all this nonsense?'
'Well, okay, where's the evidence for yours?'
I said, and she said 'well you give me yours
first.' So I read out the atrocities
listed in my Noam Chomsky book. 'Nonsense'
she said, 'he's mad. I trust the newspapers.'
'Why do you think he's a conspiracist?'
I said. 'He's very out of touch' she said.
'You could be very out of touch' I said,
'why...
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Cold Stars
I see the table as a photograph
the mattress blackened where I sit and stare
where the bottle and the wooden chair
and paper plates and plastic cups had colour once
where smoke would keep the room in flux
where we'd stop to watch the cold stars flicker
and yearn to know their distance, till like they
we'd shiver in the length and width of it all
and held on to what little we shared
as we fell into what awaited us
the thought of how we'd journey back
if the things we shared would turn to dust
if the floor on which we...
the mattress blackened where I sit and stare
where the bottle and the wooden chair
and paper plates and plastic cups had colour once
where smoke would keep the room in flux
where we'd stop to watch the cold stars flicker
and yearn to know their distance, till like they
we'd shiver in the length and width of it all
and held on to what little we shared
as we fell into what awaited us
the thought of how we'd journey back
if the things we shared would turn to dust
if the floor on which we...
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