Blackout
Refusal
Bullshit . This is bullshit . This That . Old jazzy analogy where the gasps and gaps hold importance . . White space empty . As important as your poesy prose eroticised linguistics . . How the page commands and dominates . The words . Butchered . For consumers Feasters . . Fervent poetry junkies Getting their fix Ravenous . . There’s always some motherfucker waiting to tell you what you can’t do . Spread it wide spread it thin i will . Lose or gain meaning . fuck and clarity . you . in the spaces . up . . .
By Paul Stewart24 days ago in Poets
The Poet Who Spoke to Shadows
M Mehran In a city that never slept, there was a street that seemed invisible unless you were looking for it. The locals called it Whisper Lane, a narrow cobblestone alley lined with shuttered shops and flickering lanterns. At the very end, hidden behind a curtain of ivy, was a small bookstore and café called Ink & Echoes. People said it was a place where poets went to lose themselves—and sometimes, to find something entirely unexpected.
By Muhammad Mehranabout a month ago in Poets
