Tag: survival
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Bone Confession
Bone Confession began as a way to name the physical weight I carry from the people I’ve lost and the ones I couldn’t help. The poem grew from a single pulse in the wrist into a record of how the body stores memory—through objects, breath, and the small actions that prove we’re still here. I…
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El Yunge: A Famiy Outing- A Tale of Terror
About El Yunque I wanted to write a comic horror poem that stages ecological violence as ritual spectacle. The genesis came from imagining a family trip gone wrong—not through sentiment or tragedy, but through infestation, bureaucracy, and the refusal of metaphor. The rainforest becomes a machine of consequence, where mosquitoes chant zvuv and frogs fall…
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The Nacre of Survival
**The Nacre of Survival** After all the operations, after the slow unraveling, I trace the shimmer left behind, a pearl forming in the absence of what was— the weight of my steps lighter, not in grace, but in uncertainty mixed with hope. I do not run anymore Yet, I watch Tom Cruise sprint, sprint— limbs…
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When the earth is no longer a womb
When the earth is no longer a womb,just a shriek and whistle of once uttered prayer—a long, puncturing howl of everything that was once you turned into casualties of silence, then you know that death has arrived, noiselessly, silent as a missile. All the clamor outside- it’s the hibakujumoku, (the survivor trees) insisting on life…
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The Gorge: A Cinematic Odyssey of Suspense and Heart
Movie Info: Two highly-trained operatives (Miles Teller and Anya Taylor-Joy) are appointed to posts in guard towers on opposite sides of a vast and highly classified gorge, protecting the world from an undisclosed, mysterious evil that lurks within. They bond from a distance while trying to stay vigilant in defending against an unseen enemy. When…
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Only Thistles Will Do
1 I eat thistles to do away with my hunger for green life,capturing in pixel pricks what my prying eyes can not evade.The forest offers no inheritance,every branch has its best name 2I wish to learn and know the work songs of smaller, silent things,blend not into the shrubs but rocks,the mutes of this dry…