As you nervously chuckled behind a camera,
Your mouth widening on your face, your lips pushing your cheeks to your eyes, your skin wrinkling joyfully underneath,
The sky grew colder.
Cold and coolly separating the spectral bands of light in the skyline.
Tonight, you said, would be another night hiding behind the distance that buzzes alight on telephone wires,
Your mind fiddling with the reality, storing it at the front of your vision,
In the look that recorded the moments passing by, bolting, and yet collecting in a box of memories
That will rust with age, and marry with time to escape the brain that holds them,
To reach states of silence, quiet, and to hide forever in darkness.
A handful of curses slip from the cracks of your fist as it flies across air to punch the truth taking your dreams awa .
Aeroplanes line above, glittering in fluorescent imaginations,
But the stars grew dull.
Doors that were red, and blue and funky in Cuban styles, turned black and white, zebra-striped, waiting for that shadowed while,
To flicker in crying drops of rain,
To remind you of an upcoming movie- unwinding in celluloid banners, lapping over each strip as it falls to the floor.
Tragic. Is it not? That it will never revisit you. That magic.
Reading you always feels like watching a movie. I love your cinematic style. And the atmosphere that you created here is breathtaking.
Submit, for god’s sake. How many times do you need to be reminded?
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Thank you immensely, Bojana!!
How about I submit something next week? I’ll tell you how it goes. I’m expecting rejection, but we’ll see.
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How about now? This one, Dodging the rain.
It’s a process. You learn in time what goes where.
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Cinematic — that’s the word. Bojana is right.
I can see your pieces in a book,with black and white photography specially taken for them.
Best of luck with your submission!
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That would be super super cool. Photography just for something I wrote.
Thank you!!
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I am glad you liked the idea!
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Tell him, B.
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Just did. Neil will love him.
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I think you’re right.
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This goes for both of you (don’t be lazy): Spillwords and Mojave Heart Review first (super nice people, flexible, approachable), and then Eunoia Review and Okay Donkey for more experimental stuff. The Opiate-very nice experience too.
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I promise you, dear, I’m not lazy! In fact I’m trying to write something right now. Just got a little distracted now.
Love you much.
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In that case, shhhhhh…
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😘
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I’ll keep that in mind. 😁
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Thank you so much, Bojana! You’re too awesome!
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I’m not. I’m realistic and you’re lazy. Either that, or you lack self-esteem.
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🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤❤❤
Until your mind goes dark, it isn’t going to leave you.
Because, look, even when you describe the withdrawal of the magic – the apparent withdrawal of the magic – the magic returned, more forceful, more distilled, more pointed, more glittering than before. To punch us in our minds. Poet. You don’t control this magic. Lucky for us.
Sarah
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That certainly is good to hear. And the mind doesn’t go dark along bitter lines as long as it perseveres and stays brave. Let’s look forward to that magical battle.
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Yes. No fear especially. For real. No fear. Works like magic. And no expectations. Including of rejection slips! Sarah
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😂
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I agree with Bojana, this unfolded like a movie! Your words create pictures.
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Thanks! 😁
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You are welcome. 🙂
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I agree with Bojana 100%. Your work reads like a cinematic film.
The stunning visuals and story-prose you tell is incredible truthful, heart, and captures many elements of life. 🙂
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That was my intention. Happy to know it delivers. 😁
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Your work always delivers and that is what poetry does. 🙂
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Wow, I get this sense of trying to hold onto a moment, “glittering in fluorescent imaginations” trying to make that moment even more magical in neon lights or celluloid so that it will never dim. So that time or anything else for that matter can not fade it. It’s fragile and so beautiful it hurts. So tragic, that that magic that will never revisit. Brilliant.
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It does hurt. And to which end more, the kept ones, or the ones that flew away. Thank you so much. 😊
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What a gorgeous unfolding. I absolutely love it.
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😊
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Absolutely flawless!!
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Oh that last line nearly broke my heart! I like this style of writing. Captivating. 👍
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Thank you!! Means a lot coming from you.
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🥰
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😊
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“Aeroplanes line above, glittering in fluorescent imaginations, But the stars grew dull.”
Breathtaking, really.
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Thank you!! Majorly appreciate you reading my work.
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I am always so impressed!
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