An Excerpt from “must/”
my hair is falling out as i watch an old man emerge in bold relief. amazing to witness. excellence in form/ well-worn attire melts into skin
Source: “must/” – Jay Mora-Shihadeh
Tag: memory
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GLASS-EYED AND 8 #poetry by jay
I preached,
GLASS-EYED AND 8 #poetry by jay
when I was 8
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The Architecture of a Haunting/ a lyric essay on ghosts, land, and survival
My mom was an orphan, from a broken up, Irish-American-mixed family. Her mother was an alcoholic and prescription drug abuser. Her father disappeared. Never seen again. Felt for years. Real/ not real. Who knows. She lived in a scrappy trailer park and begged for food.
Read the full essay on Substack.
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Winter
The breath of winter
Folds into my lungs
Biting and frigid
A last shot of bourbon
Burns and ignites the air
Dim lit moon shine
Glows fluorescent bright
A crack of ice and
Swallowed shards
Of memory
Broken in two
one-
Escapes into the
Bed of hibernation,
The other-
Swirls in the snow
And dry drifts
Blow in, through
A breath
A recall
A dream,
Forming a wintry
Clot of white silence
A whistling cave
Inside my heart
I Feel release and ease
Of what’s to come
A waxing crescent
Bulging the night
I reminisce of a spring
Full sprung and upright
In verdant delight.
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
Photo by Simon Migaj from Pexels
#Poetry #Freeverse #Winter #Hibernation
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I Stood Hostage
as i lay here
caged in silence
i feel your
pulse in my ear
a shooting
takes place
on the feed
as per standard
fare
i proceed to
stare
into a memory
long plastered
adhered, to
my inner ear
this injustice
thrust by
a belief held
dear
i feel your breath
spit my way
all control spun
away
i stood hostage
by you and him
and injustice
was laid
out, for clear
display,
the fear you
had on that
bitter day.
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
Photo by Ogulcan Ercal on Unsplash
#Poetry #Poet #Micropoem
