A Poem A Day
Born in Rahovec, South East of Kosova, in 1972. graduated at Prishtina University, Oriental Studies. M.A. in Literature. PhD in Sacral Esthetics- ongoing.
Actively works on Calligraphy discovering new mediums and techniques for this specific for of plastic art.
I am loud,
Demanding attention.
I know when I am being charming
There are so many names for things and new
things needing names that polyglots may have the fastest
soar by Camille Thigpen and this is for ultramarine ink splatters on my wrist and jawbone; this is for clavicles sharpened by crescent-moon blades , float, ether-lithe (hollow bones and swollen fingers: similar ends [signpost rusted; hum, softly, origin on this here street someone sometime was born, despite glass between cobblestones]) this is for incense-smoke […]
morning bedsheet weighs a ton on same-old
hard to face no matter the season with same
knee pinch neck grind jaw pop joint ache, but
I wish for one day
I could be someone else
To say what they say
To feel what they felt
He rolls off the sofa
Stumbles into the kitchen
The table’s a riot
Fall.
15 centuries
into mosaic
hammered gold
Dancing in Trance: Drenched in the Divine by Kavita Venkateswar Flutes of the bamboo tremble The thrum of the gamelan Resonates under my feet Strike of the mallet Metallophones ring Strings, rebab, rise In symphony Cacophony I tremble Flutter Quake Crash! It is she She comes for us Crash of the gong wadoan pendulous breasts […]
Rise from under the depravities of old.
Loose the shackles of yesterday’s shame.
Be strong, be ruthless; ten thousand fold.
share cropping by Corey Kirby I remember who I am; southern bales of hay, blond strands of cornfields growing long past shoulders of sun. a long run on a salty road, a handful of overgrown raspberries in the pocket of high-water jeans. a mean storm that beats the side of the house so loud my […]
In Ohio by Grace Curtis One either believes in God or one probably really is going to hell and Ohioans know the difference, because like the small seeds in her brown fields, you are below the surface yet visible, corn hands waving as relatives stand near to measure your success, to see where you are […]
Inspiration by Aldous Huxley Noonday upon the Alpine meadows Pours its avalanche of Light And blazing flowers: the very shadows Translucent are and bright. It seems a glory that nought surpasses Passion of angels in form and hue? When, lo! from the jewelled heaven of the grasses Leaps a lightning of sudden blue. Dimming the […]
An amazing fact about this poem is that Newton was a slave ship captain who became a minister. He claimed god had saved him from a wreched life. The music that is put to the poem is most-likely written by slaves. These facts have a great impact on the meaning of the words of the famous hymn.
Remembered Village My cob webbed mind gave way to us again, me, bathing in a Parisian pool while you glance at me over your Rumi, sipping wine and speaking lyrically of beaming light, moons, and happy memories. Awakening to sunlight, laughing, weightless across our room. Exploring cobblestone byways, old bakeries in full swing, the sweet […]
