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…
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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…
Read MoreBlue lips Cold bird Half-buried in snow. Don’t tell me You’re gone. White boughs Heavy Limbs That ache, tired. When you fell In On the twenty-first of December I knew Then. Summer is here now But you are still Crystallized. Don’t tell me – I know. Where you’ve gone. Image: “Dormantic” by Gohmn on ello.co
Read MoreI Water seeps from between your fingernails Gushes from between your legs Drips from the corners of your eyes When you open your mouth there is water When you open your eyes you are water Carnations bloom from your fingers Lilacs sprout from your hair Daisies adorn your ankles Lilies bursts from your breasts Crowning your hips, your thighs,…
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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 MoreThis is how to love her: Tell her about that summer you spent every night staring at the stars. Ask her which is her favorite constellation– Orion, Gemini, Scorpio? Listen. This is how to love her: Play her the CD you listened to for two months straight when you were seventeen. She might laugh at…
Read MoreThe Colorado River carves through two countries, Seven states, And half the history of the world. They say it took seventeen million years (What patience, what strength!) To carve a line so deep you cannot see the bottom. To think that you and I Achieved the same feat In a single day (Our strength Is of a…
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”
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The Z-Axis 