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Blick ute! by Ranald

Blick zurück by AnnaAsche

The Crow is My Only Friend by Michael Creese

the rise and fall.where have i been? / my shadow carves a space so small / that sparrows cannot nest there. / what have i done? / my energy is the diffusion …

everything and you.It’s really like a symphony, if you listen close enough. Deep enough. Drunk enough. The moon, and bars and cafes. The desperation, routine,…

Blick ins Licht by AnnaAsche

mon petit prince by Alondra Blick

When I sit softly, and often on nights like thisIt hollowed me out until you could see the stars through my skin. When life is slow, I map the constellations through my spine. There are m…

Mother.And when it snowed, / crystalised flecks / stacked high, / I always thought of Russia, / of paper dolls / folded inside foreign skirts, / a…

night signs by waitin' for rain

of memory.It is 1939. A man touches my shoulder blade. His hand is heavy and hollow, like a thin rose shell, rocking its loving ocean for eternity.

when there is no one left to take out the trash.There will come a point / when your lover’s body undressing / and dressing again / in the morning / will become an empty ache

city lights by waitin' for rain

Crow by Michael Creese

I am not an artistMy thumbs are not broken. / I do not worship your body. / I do not worship my death.

Caravanserai in Blick by LordTemplar

my dear.my love for you is born a thousand, dies a thousand deaths each time you open your sleepy hollow eyes.

june, and you are falling out of love.Evening weeps in / with the smell of honeysuckle / and warm wine, / and I know all too well / the way your body moves inside me

Der leere Blick by AnnaAsche

in the folds of the seasons.shuffling through the speechless snowdrifts as evening falls. We are always in search of nothing and nothing is what we have found.

Sleeping Weeds by Alondra Blick

remember that, always.The smell of thunder when you lifted your hand past me to light a cigarette. The perfect sorrow of sadness and smoke.

Abduction by Alondra Blick

Two Birds by Alondra Blick

l’amant.Your voice was rain water, a holy temple, bells clanging in the foreign heat

left behind by Alondra Blick

after you.I will listen to the couple downstairs screaming and a dog cooing somewhere past the city. I will leave the radio on classical and listen t…

dear, when I.Occasionally news of you reaches me. A sailboat thrown by the tides or a wind caught in a harbor of tall trees. My heart has set out a sing…

Where the Wild Things Are by Alondra Blick

Today, I wept for the skyHis protective posture and his tired eyes. / He would sing of the shipwrecked, sea foam lovers.

in a car with the lights out.there is a boy, a bright white light of a boy with swan eyes and a voice like the flood water rising slowly in an empty room.

things they never told me.your soft back turning over in the morning. the cold times huddled under january streetlamps. and the way your eyes made me lurch with a jo…

Raindrops by Michael Creese

mystical eye by fuxart

l'ombre. by Alondra Blick

Auge - Eye by fuxart

from where we cannot return.What is loved can never be unloved. I have tried for many years. I have buried you deeper than my shame, left you for the death of time and…

Seaside Sky by Alondra Blick

a poem to the men near and far.to the balconies of stars we left hanging across north and south continents, and the memories that i can do nothing with or without.

No Hell by Alondra Blick

This is not a love poem.No gardenia blooms forever. No courtyards echo with faint music. Paris is destroyed by bombs and Argentina sinks under a rising sea-level.

"Blick in die Zukunft" by Artstudio Norarts

if there was a way to you.this is me blushing as the winter burns its way into spring. this is me writing you a letter in the dark, hoping you will carry it for for …

Guitarist by Alondra Blick

Apples by Alondra Blick

Blick by Fledermaus

do you remember?Do you remember? How we ate our supper in silence with the south american breeze wrapping us in shades of deep blue and deep green.

the death of horses.In a wide field, I am wrapped in the coat you bought for me. It is cold and the air smells of snow.

the chronicles.your eyes would lift the morning up, like a heavy winged thing, like great birds who move the moon at night through an oil slick sky.

since you left.I knew somewhere, a cigarette was touching your lips. you who are gone from me. you who my hands no longer know.

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