Articles & Poetry
Posts tagged with metaphor
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Palate
I come with driftwood arms A penchant for the wrong shores And a refined taste for disappointment. What’s your special for the evening? © Adenike O. Akinbisehin, ‘Palate’.
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Whatever Your Weapon Is (Part 1)
I sense your inconsistency coming on, The way animals predict earthquakes - A long time before you do. Heels dug firmly in cork, I stand my ground. Braving the ebb and flow, Of your puppeteered emotions. I watch you as you watch me intently. Eyes darting back and forth across…