Musings In The Third Dimension | by Amira K Makansi
Sweet is my memory That I am not a morning person– Glorying in the dawn, the revelatory nutty scent of brewing coffee– No. I prefer dusk. Evenings, the onset of dew The fade of heat into something more gentle The smell of dry grass, ready to seed, giving way to rose petal, wet earth. For…
Read MoreI never thought I’d be the silly writer Who would dare to utter the cliche ‘Your lips were the color of sky’. But here I am, And to say otherwise would be a lie. The sky tonight for perhaps a minute and a half Was the same color as the gunmetal chill Of your lips…
Read MoreA sun-drenched moment in the afternoon When the black eyes of the field light into a thousand candles, Sweaty and shining pure green, Illuminates my memory With thoughts of those who have come and gone. Ghosts walk between these trees Lingering, Stygian, tucked into shadows, into The space between the raindrops And the veined blooming leaves.…
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The Z-Axis 