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The Dusty Hall

THE DUSTY HALL #poetry by jay
DORIS #poetry by jay

A poem to honor my friend’s mother who left us last month-
WORD PLAY #POETRY BY JAY

HOLES gaping wide miraculous infinite spectaculous groping far beyond incredulous help before i drown in this PAIN Aching loud and furious annoying burning relentlessness gripping biting curiousness causing great unruliness ©Jay Mora-Shihadeh revised 2021 Photo by Ben Hershey on Unsplash #micropoem #rhymes #words
UNNATURAL SWEETS by Jay Mora-Shihadeh — MasticadoresUsa // Editora: Gabriela Marie Milton

Make sure to stop by and follow Gobblers/ MasticadoresUSA to read some other great poets and writing .. :)) We wedge the moon into the night reluctant to end the daylight eager as fire lit on match sticks we dampen the sun, petrol as it is danger threatening the sky with bombs of cloud-nines, bolts,…
SUN #poetry by jay

Sun, where have you been? I’ve been waiting in the
LOLLI #poetry by jay

Sop and sweet Tea, on my breath A side of… #Poetry #Lyrical #Freeverse
WEIGHT, AGAIN grrr #poetry by jay

i sit with weight heavy upon my chest in a day gone pretty shitty…
A Refill Please #Prose #Poetry

The morning brews slowly inward, forcing the afternoon at bay. Afternoons are my alarm. I don’t welcome the new hour. I prefer the stillness and quiet, drinking in…
HONESTLY, I THINK NOT #poetry by jay

honesty is bullshit it takes sweat it takes regret, stuffs it up the…
GODDAMNIT #poetry by jay

being speechless sneaks up on me truth is, when it does, it feels…
When Death Comes Like a Thief in the Night #Reblog

Originally posted on A Cornered Gurl: I miss them. I?do. https://artistfromtheinsideout.files.wordpress.com/2021/08/a30c9-1zrzhjbq3hhr4fnzdq06tiq.jpeg Photo by Lucxama Sylvain via?Pexels I woke up crying a couple of nights ago. My head was aching. My stomach had knots in it I could not reduce or massage away. Their voices rang in my head — each one of them begging me not to…
HOT CANDLE TEARS #poetry by jay

Blood-letting, waxing meditating in…
SWINGING BACKWARD #poetry by jay

i’m a man of little words and…
BREATH #poetry by jay

everybody is seeking retribution for not breathing the people cannot breathe and long for freedom the oppression of ‘other than’ ‘the other’ of all lands has risen and demands breath for decades, the lungs of people have receded not grown, and now, now they demand air, growth, change like the mad sea churning, searching for…
RED #poetry by jay

My poem RED is on the Feature page of Spillwords Press today.
EMBITTERED JOURNEY #poetry by jay

Petals dew drop mists of you form in…
YOU HAVE TO DECIDE #poetry by jay

But you mean so much to me, honestly, I find comfort in your
HONESTY…I THINK NOT #poetry by jay

honesty is bullshit it takes sweat, it takes regret, and