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  • Had to share this great post and fantastic poetry over at Global Literature, enjoy! Hainteny: Traditional Poetry of Madagascar — Global Literature in Libraries Initiative

    Hainteny  is the traditional poetry of Madagascar. Hainteny means ‘knowledge of words’ in Malagasy language. It is part of traditional oral literature of Madagascar,

  • SHIT #poetry by jay

    all of my shit in a bucket tossed sloshing about every year at the holiday without fail doubt the shit rises to the top a stench that remains from my past I carry the weight of my shit hoping it doesn’t spill out onto our carefully selected tongue and groove wood floors and my wife…

  • I HAVE STANDARDS #poetry by jay

    I have standards— don’t bleed on me paltry mist-eyed blather I have standards so don’t bother me with your ghastly sought after chatter— flung too quick at the page a flick/ a flack a-tickety-tack I have standards to adhere to today— to cement wisdom into my brain don’t waste words on words every damn day…

  • SOLITUDE #poetry by jay

    I write because the wind blows Paint where the heart goes Between these tangled lovers— My solitudes composed. ©Jay Mora-Shihadeh revised 12-9-21 Photo by Clark Young on Unsplash

  • HAVE I LOST THE ABILITY TO CARE ANYMORE? #poetry by jay

    The ‘go bleep yourself’ slips  so easily  Out My manner is steel—titanium  burning white I care no more  Despite Family/ friend/ stranger  at night/ at day/ in dreams I care not one iota About your plight I fought so long I strive for ease To come and lay  up on—I cease My brow it suffers…

  • PUBLISHED #poetry by jay

    Got my poem DEMON featured on SPILLWORDS today. A big thank you to the folks at SPILLWORDS for their continued support of my work. ” We are happy to communicate that we have selected your literary work to be part of our series ‘Haunted Holidays’ #HHSpillwords which embraces the dark side of the holiday season!…

  • DEER #poetry by jay

    The deer emerges from the dark forest bitten by…

  • A WRECK OF WRECKS #poetry by jay

    And when the day comes We find ourselves aghast  In it Lost Freaked out By it And they come anyhow To pick through the Rubbish The bones  And find a ring A finger Dislodged And when the light emerges From the rubble of  Gray battles strewn Through the black holes In our galaxy We prevail…

  • THE DEVIL’S GREED #poetry by jay

    i’m writing this letter to tell you to go set the world ablaze make great change birth freedom birth doves do it as a gift to the ones you love hold back no shame stand bold like mountains across the range cloud the sky  on a rainy day feel the burn of wicked heat scorch…

  • Love Come Back #Poetry

    Originally posted on The Artist From The Inside Out: Tell me all the ways to love you today the bridal bouquet has stopped producing? the answers that feed your love lost heart, unripened, fallowed, the veins filled with dirt. How do I bring it back? Will blood run free and wild again? The light evades…

  • THIS BLADE of GRASS #poetry by jay

    this blade of grass holds the key to life you say, “i” i say, “me” we say, “thee” this blade of grass is key. this blade of grass a sword that slices, crevasses the earth, a canyon, a kingdom a crevice to pass the key to life lives in this grass. machete sharp and willow…

  • Ghosted!

    Originally posted on The Artist From The Inside Out: The slow cruel rising puff of mist, Boom… Ghosted! ghostly ghosts the seething abyss apparitions of what could have been solidly grinning chin to chin the pale insipid wafting din, the chagrin of morbid flailing sins. I fold up into a regressive spin, backwards towards the…

  • DEMON #poetry by jay

    Originally posted on The Artist From The Inside Out: The night hugs you Prickly and tight The demon of the? Dark hour Bleeds black Lung A sheer shrill Echoes? The pulse Dry eyed Phantom Squeezes A blanket A sheet A magazine Nothing eases The demon Of the dark hour Semen Phlegm A hoarse cry The…

  • PUBLISHED at SPILLWORDS #poetry by jay

    My poetry was published today at SPILL WORDS PRESS as part of their #SpillwordsHalloween. Many thanks to Dagmara K. (Director of Development) and the staff over at Spillwords for their continued support of my work. Please check out their site and their blog, where you will find a plethora of talented poets and writers! THE…

  • DESPERATION #poetry by jay

    Desperation is the energy you choose to live your life to its near-fullest I see right through the bullshit  lies you tell yourself everyday when the moment to turn inward  becomes a knife stabbing at you,  slashing your throat, I see you reach for the only play-book  you carry, a formula you crafted years ago, …

  • IT’S INCONSEQUENTIAL #poetry by jay

    The moon A bone  A gash A dry riverbed It’s inconsequential They say Here to There to Where to No too  No two are the same They say Grass  Fever Sleep  The day away Forever and a day They say Wind Hot Sun Parched bare naked death! It’s inconsequential They say. ©Jay Mora-Shihadeh revised 10/16/21…

  • Bird Cat

    Originally posted on The Artist From The Inside Out: krik krak blackbird chat flip flap wings do snap break beak chirp no more growl purr cat bird score ©Jay Mora-Shihadeh Photo Credit: https://www.pexels.com/photo/animal-animal-photography-beak-bird-53187/ #couplets #micropoem #rhymes

  • Will Time End? #poetry by jay

    Originally posted on The Artist From The Inside Out: Go awaken the clouds strike truth near the end; listen its’ crashing loud but elsewhere lightening shards the sky great swords slash backward to the end of time. ©Jay Mora-Shihadeh Photo by?Eugene Shelestov?from?Pexels

  • THE LAUGHTER #poetry by jay

    Originally posted on The Artist From The Inside Out: Forever by day words rain like a roar though soft and still-like your world rememberest forever the change the laughter deceased. ©Jay Mora-Shihadeh Photo by omar alnahi from Pexels

  • TINY THOUGHTS #poetry by jay

    somewhere in this disassembled moment I forget how the sun rises and how the moon  swaddles the night just so holding it in its swooning  embryonic gaze frozen in  a new lunar phase I admit I was lost by  the assemblage of the greats nomadic Gods with no doubt  and little room left to wander…