Narrative Published by Members Recently Online Poems
#narrative
cabcool
Poem Published
12th Feb 2024 3:49am
12th Feb 2024 3:49am
anansi
It's not always about being the hero, sometimes it's about
being the trickster.”—Anansi Boys
akan-jamaican passion
landscaped not by vext ration
a little axe that fells big trees
cunning in sun and rain and breeze
fearful of no assassin
stealthy without moccasin
an octopus with human
face and spider’s acumen
he...
being the trickster.”—Anansi Boys
akan-jamaican passion
landscaped not by vext ration
a little axe that fells big trees
cunning in sun and rain and breeze
fearful of no assassin
stealthy without moccasin
an octopus with human
face and spider’s acumen
he...
#Africa
#narrative
#culture #tradition
#culture #tradition
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cabcool
Poem Published
12th Feb 2024 3:49am
12th Feb 2024 3:49am
anansi
It's not always about being the hero, sometimes it's about
being the trickster.”—Anansi Boys
akan-jamaican passion
landscaped not by vext ration
a little axe that fells big trees
cunning in sun and rain and breeze
fearful of no assassin
stealthy without moccasin
an octopus with human
face and spider’s acumen
he...
being the trickster.”—Anansi Boys
akan-jamaican passion
landscaped not by vext ration
a little axe that fells big trees
cunning in sun and rain and breeze
fearful of no assassin
stealthy without moccasin
an octopus with human
face and spider’s acumen
he...
#Africa
#narrative
#culture #tradition
#culture #tradition
69 reads
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cabcool
Poem Published
12th Feb 2024 3:49am
12th Feb 2024 3:49am
anansi
It's not always about being the hero, sometimes it's about
being the trickster.”—Anansi Boys
akan-jamaican passion
landscaped not by vext ration
a little axe that fells big trees
cunning in sun and rain and breeze
fearful of no assassin
stealthy without moccasin
an octopus with human
face and spider’s acumen
he...
being the trickster.”—Anansi Boys
akan-jamaican passion
landscaped not by vext ration
a little axe that fells big trees
cunning in sun and rain and breeze
fearful of no assassin
stealthy without moccasin
an octopus with human
face and spider’s acumen
he...
#Africa
#narrative
#culture #tradition
#culture #tradition
69 reads
0 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
12th Feb 2024 3:49am
12th Feb 2024 3:49am
anansi
It's not always about being the hero, sometimes it's about
being the trickster.”—Anansi Boys
akan-jamaican passion
landscaped not by vext ration
a little axe that fells big trees
cunning in sun and rain and breeze
fearful of no assassin
stealthy without moccasin
an octopus with human
face and spider’s acumen
he...
being the trickster.”—Anansi Boys
akan-jamaican passion
landscaped not by vext ration
a little axe that fells big trees
cunning in sun and rain and breeze
fearful of no assassin
stealthy without moccasin
an octopus with human
face and spider’s acumen
he...
#Africa
#narrative
#culture #tradition
#culture #tradition
69 reads
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Pishashee
Poem Published
30th Mar 2024 7:13am
30th Mar 2024 7:13am
Coyote
Do you remember the first
time you heard Coyote?
I was afraid.
There's a myth about Coyote
in his shapshifting days
and how he invented the world
in a most antagonistic way.
There's no vitality without
antagonism.
Why was the devil created?
The paneling on the wall
as I lay drifting away
in childhood,
there was Coyote
in the woodcarving
sneaking up on me, always.
I look at the legend of Coyote.
We listen to stories for
warning, and severity;
for the deeper...
time you heard Coyote?
I was afraid.
There's a myth about Coyote
in his shapshifting days
and how he invented the world
in a most antagonistic way.
There's no vitality without
antagonism.
Why was the devil created?
The paneling on the wall
as I lay drifting away
in childhood,
there was Coyote
in the woodcarving
sneaking up on me, always.
I look at the legend of Coyote.
We listen to stories for
warning, and severity;
for the deeper...
#narrative
#mythology
86 reads
2 Comments
Pishashee
Poem Published
30th Mar 2024 7:13am
30th Mar 2024 7:13am
Coyote
Do you remember the first
time you heard Coyote?
I was afraid.
There's a myth about Coyote
in his shapshifting days
and how he invented the world
in a most antagonistic way.
There's no vitality without
antagonism.
Why was the devil created?
The paneling on the wall
as I lay drifting away
in childhood,
there was Coyote
in the woodcarving
sneaking up on me, always.
I look at the legend of Coyote.
We listen to stories for
warning, and severity;
for the deeper...
time you heard Coyote?
I was afraid.
There's a myth about Coyote
in his shapshifting days
and how he invented the world
in a most antagonistic way.
There's no vitality without
antagonism.
Why was the devil created?
The paneling on the wall
as I lay drifting away
in childhood,
there was Coyote
in the woodcarving
sneaking up on me, always.
I look at the legend of Coyote.
We listen to stories for
warning, and severity;
for the deeper...
#narrative
#mythology
86 reads
2 Comments
paperstains
Poem Published
1st Jul 2022 12:18pm
1st Jul 2022 12:18pm
Shakshuka
Tomatoes bubbled gently
fragranced with warm spices
touch of chile, just enough garlic
scented familiarity drifted through the house
beckoning his old bones
to the kitchen
His aged heart recalled
mother making this meal often
before they emigrated
it was the first supper she prepared
in a new home
in a strange land
Sarah, his older sister
could make it almost the same
and she served it to comfort
when mother died too few years later
His wife's was different
yet still the taste of home
...
fragranced with warm spices
touch of chile, just enough garlic
scented familiarity drifted through the house
beckoning his old bones
to the kitchen
His aged heart recalled
mother making this meal often
before they emigrated
it was the first supper she prepared
in a new home
in a strange land
Sarah, his older sister
could make it almost the same
and she served it to comfort
when mother died too few years later
His wife's was different
yet still the taste of home
...
#family
#narrative
#food
207 reads
2 Comments
paperstains
Poem Published
1st Jul 2022 12:18pm
1st Jul 2022 12:18pm
Shakshuka
Tomatoes bubbled gently
fragranced with warm spices
touch of chile, just enough garlic
scented familiarity drifted through the house
beckoning his old bones
to the kitchen
His aged heart recalled
mother making this meal often
before they emigrated
it was the first supper she prepared
in a new home
in a strange land
Sarah, his older sister
could make it almost the same
and she served it to comfort
when mother died too few years later
His wife's was different
yet still the taste of home
...
fragranced with warm spices
touch of chile, just enough garlic
scented familiarity drifted through the house
beckoning his old bones
to the kitchen
His aged heart recalled
mother making this meal often
before they emigrated
it was the first supper she prepared
in a new home
in a strange land
Sarah, his older sister
could make it almost the same
and she served it to comfort
when mother died too few years later
His wife's was different
yet still the taste of home
...
#family
#narrative
#food
207 reads
2 Comments
paperstains
Poem Published
1st Jul 2022 12:18pm
1st Jul 2022 12:18pm
Shakshuka
Tomatoes bubbled gently
fragranced with warm spices
touch of chile, just enough garlic
scented familiarity drifted through the house
beckoning his old bones
to the kitchen
His aged heart recalled
mother making this meal often
before they emigrated
it was the first supper she prepared
in a new home
in a strange land
Sarah, his older sister
could make it almost the same
and she served it to comfort
when mother died too few years later
His wife's was different
yet still the taste of home
...
fragranced with warm spices
touch of chile, just enough garlic
scented familiarity drifted through the house
beckoning his old bones
to the kitchen
His aged heart recalled
mother making this meal often
before they emigrated
it was the first supper she prepared
in a new home
in a strange land
Sarah, his older sister
could make it almost the same
and she served it to comfort
when mother died too few years later
His wife's was different
yet still the taste of home
...
#family
#narrative
#food
207 reads
2 Comments
Namyh
Poem Published
24th Feb 2024 12:44pm
24th Feb 2024 12:44pm
In the Basement
In the Basement!
I’ve seen fear on the face of men in war,
that wide-eyed riveted gaze,
on mine in front of some foes with guns
who intended to extinguish my days.
Yet nothing could ever prepare me
for this tale I’m compelled to present
about hauling wet clothes to a dryer
downstairs in my buddy’s basement.
First the lights went out, I dropped the load.
The basement silence held two sounds,
like knives slicing air in the distance
and thudding feet walking soft ground.
I lunged for the stairway in darkness. ...
I’ve seen fear on the face of men in war,
that wide-eyed riveted gaze,
on mine in front of some foes with guns
who intended to extinguish my days.
Yet nothing could ever prepare me
for this tale I’m compelled to present
about hauling wet clothes to a dryer
downstairs in my buddy’s basement.
First the lights went out, I dropped the load.
The basement silence held two sounds,
like knives slicing air in the distance
and thudding feet walking soft ground.
I lunged for the stairway in darkness. ...
#dreams
#narrative
#mythology #mystery
#mythology #mystery
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1 Comment
Namyh
Poem Published
24th Feb 2024 12:44pm
24th Feb 2024 12:44pm
In the Basement
In the Basement!
I’ve seen fear on the face of men in war,
that wide-eyed riveted gaze,
on mine in front of some foes with guns
who intended to extinguish my days.
Yet nothing could ever prepare me
for this tale I’m compelled to present
about hauling wet clothes to a dryer
downstairs in my buddy’s basement.
First the lights went out, I dropped the load.
The basement silence held two sounds,
like knives slicing air in the distance
and thudding feet walking soft ground.
I lunged for the stairway in darkness. ...
I’ve seen fear on the face of men in war,
that wide-eyed riveted gaze,
on mine in front of some foes with guns
who intended to extinguish my days.
Yet nothing could ever prepare me
for this tale I’m compelled to present
about hauling wet clothes to a dryer
downstairs in my buddy’s basement.
First the lights went out, I dropped the load.
The basement silence held two sounds,
like knives slicing air in the distance
and thudding feet walking soft ground.
I lunged for the stairway in darkness. ...
#dreams
#narrative
#mythology #mystery
#mythology #mystery
46 reads
1 Comment
Namyh
Poem Published
24th Feb 2024 12:44pm
24th Feb 2024 12:44pm
In the Basement
In the Basement!
I’ve seen fear on the face of men in war,
that wide-eyed riveted gaze,
on mine in front of some foes with guns
who intended to extinguish my days.
Yet nothing could ever prepare me
for this tale I’m compelled to present
about hauling wet clothes to a dryer
downstairs in my buddy’s basement.
First the lights went out, I dropped the load.
The basement silence held two sounds,
like knives slicing air in the distance
and thudding feet walking soft ground.
I lunged for the stairway in darkness. ...
I’ve seen fear on the face of men in war,
that wide-eyed riveted gaze,
on mine in front of some foes with guns
who intended to extinguish my days.
Yet nothing could ever prepare me
for this tale I’m compelled to present
about hauling wet clothes to a dryer
downstairs in my buddy’s basement.
First the lights went out, I dropped the load.
The basement silence held two sounds,
like knives slicing air in the distance
and thudding feet walking soft ground.
I lunged for the stairway in darkness. ...
#dreams
#narrative
#mythology #mystery
#mythology #mystery
46 reads
1 Comment
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