The Peninsula

The Fiction and Poetry Archive of Liana Mir and scribblemyname

lamp on the wood (poem)

Jan
07

bright lamp on the wood beside my window
keeping watch with steady eye and yellow
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a name (poem)

Jan
07

call me something, anything,
I used to say,
as though just having a name
was good, though it wasn’t
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labels (poem)

Jan
07

I could be bold
like the colors of ancient crayons
unlikely adjectives sprawled
over the yellow labels
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