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“The Angles Of The Frame
1
Many years have passed since the day,
I looked into a mirror, saw a wrinkled face.
I've been disclosed to the bulging sands of my bed.

2
Aeons of breath account for the many veins in my atrium.

3
The bull I breast-fed for many years
And I've submerged into the frame.

4
I knew the justifications were hard,
Hard as against the current of water.
No news from the ambiguous points
something uncommon.
It can't be justified by natural rules,
many years we've been tangled on it.

5
This usurped land is a part of all buried treasure islands
No finger points in any direction.
Lost in the dead-end alleys
Tracing images without a compass.

6
Horse pounding pulse sing endlessly in my blood.
My kinsmen of horses�
Blood-line linked as to rays of a circle
like roots of a tree growing deep on the roof.

7
You can't stop the hands of the clock.
You can't come back to the broken minutes.
The days have been arranged one after another.
The knights have left the game one after another.

8
There was a straw mat where you fell asleep.
I became numb, quite used to the stillness of the house.

9
Was something supposed to get away from the core
to join us?
A century has passed and we still live in this house.


10
Dimensions have shifted
Not exclusive to the roof
The letters approved us as the residents of the house
They ran away as the convicts
And we got used to the standstill.

(Translated from original Persian into English by Rosa Jamali)”
― Rosa Jamali, Selected Poems of Rosa Jamali

“We walk from darkness to light,
From light back to darkness again,
From unknown to known,
Known back to unknown”
― Eric Overby, Legacy

“Wake up in those times when they count on you to stay sleeping.”
― Holly Ducarte, Moths, Rust & the Things That Stay

“You are blood,
But you aren’t family.
You look like me,
But you’re my enemy.
You share my surname,
But you rob me of my sanity.
You are of my lineage,
But you created a tragedy.”
― Shayla Raquel, All the Things I Should've Told You: Poems on Love, Grief & Resilience

“I seek dalliance that blossoms naturally, a bond crafted by mutual invitation, where both hearts feel at home.”
― Nicholas Kyle Edwards, Interrelation and Other Works