Musings In The Third Dimension | by Amira K Makansi
Lazy on top of the sheets, dozing off again, your hand reaches out for my skin you sigh and roll over and snore The sun as lazy as we, languishing on our bellies You stir and touch my thigh and come closer You pull me in and in and in You make coffee and hand…
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I am ready to build my house, now I have bones to to build my walls Feathers to put a roof over my head Stories to lay as my foundations. My windows will be made of eyes So that when I look out of my house, I will see souls The fences around my house…
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Today was the first day I felt your bones And not your breath. Today was the first day I ran my fingers over your clavicle And not your skin. Today was the first day I lay against your rib cage And not your chest, taut and rich with youth and fear, Today I felt the hardness of…
Read More“Forget him” was the most useless advice anyone ever gave me. “Forget about him,” my friends said. “You deserve better, anyway.” Forget him. The thought had occurred to me one night years before, but it meant nothing to my hoofbeat heart, stampeding in my chest, meant nothing to my butterfly eyes, wings beating open every five…
Read More“Perhaps tragedies are only tragedies in the presence of love, which confers meaning to loss. Loss is not felt in the absence of love.” – Elizabeth Alexander “I’ve never really said goodbye to anyone.” – KSR Image credit: Fiore Rosso, “Frequency 68, Hill 60”
Read More“‘We hear so much of the splendid stone bridge of Joshu, but I see nothing but a miserable old rustic log bridge.’ Joshu retorted, ‘You just see the rustic log bridge, and fail to see the stone bridge of Joshu.’ ‘What is the stone bridge then?’ ‘Horses go over it, asses go over it.’” –…
Read Moreit does not matter where i go because you are not there Mantra: “The time will come when, with elation you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your own mirror and each will smile at the other’s welcome, and say, sit here. Eat.…
Read MoreWe’re no good at sending love into the world, and even worse at receiving it. I want to shout it from the rooftops, but the streets are stony and deaf. How can I crack my heart to let a sliver of this color out? “All of you in a space full of sounds — in the shade…
Read MoreFriday. I count the hours in every weekend, wasting them as surely as I waste breath. My generation’s mantra, “live life to the fullest”, a product of the post-WWI attitude of “eat, drink, and be merry, for tomorrow we die,” and the roaring growth of the Baby Boomers, has left me obsessed with material things, questing…
Read MoreWednesday. Loneliness is real, but this is not it. This is the kind of loneliness you have to get used to. This is the kind of loneliness that makes you who you are. How you fill your time now tells the person you are today who to become tomorrow. Will you clutch your loneliness to…
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The Z-Axis 