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Brickwork by S.Eta Grubešić

  Brickwork

by

S.Eta Grubešić

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I’ m thirsty “, says the ground.

” It’s still not time to drink ” , say the hours.

” I’m cold ” , says the ground. 143 more words

Narrative

Be Careful

It’s tough to breathe, “be careful” when I don’t have any evidence of my breaks. No picture frames, no midway goldfish, no dorky handmade birthday cards. 355 more words

Poetry, Etc.

Ask the Author

This is the weekly feature where I take time to answer any questions asked of me, about writing or anything else that comes to mind. There were no questions this week, but if you have one, feel free to ask me. 53 more words

Year End

The air carried December as swift as its speed
As if yelling a story we, all must heed
Reminisce about the past months, remember memories… 85 more words

Filipino

Futility

Between the pale and dark,
The light and shade,
Of watercolor merging,
On the wet page.
The Virgin and the whore,
Locked in eternal kiss, 99 more words

Poetry

Why is it easier to imagine someone being murdered than it is to imagine falling in love?

Why is it easier to imagine someone being murdered than it is to imagine falling in love?

We are shown images, told stories it is always drilled into us that murder is real, that death is inevitable. 253 more words

December

So black the night, that drives
The gentleness beneath the ground,
And all is want of green and light.

The suddenness, the loss of sight, 46 more words

Poems