Juni Parks : Writing

my grandmother, my friend

my grandmother, my friend

A Poem by Juni Parks


a daughter is a little girl who grows up to be a friend. unknown.
why dedicate these walls to the Saikus?

why dedicate these walls to the Saikus?

A Poem by Juni Parks


No one is born hating another person.... People must learn to hate, and if they can learn to hate, they can be taught to love, for love comes more nat..
a dead man in the living room

a dead man in the living room

A Poem by Juni Parks


I am thy father's spirit, Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night,... Hamlet
lives in the half-light

lives in the half-light

A Poem by Juni Parks


Life is like a cigarette...You can toke on it for awhile but, sooner or later it's gonna burn out. L.Morris
she pokes my trash

she pokes my trash

A Poem by Juni Parks


Smothered in leftover sausage ham gravy A liver-spotted, sewer-swimming baby Auroleus
ambush my brother's kid

ambush my brother's kid

A Poem by Juni Parks


When I was still in the morning of my life... Teen Mother
no meat just bones for words poem

no meat just bones for words poem

A Poem by Juni Parks


I met a genius on the train today we came to the ocean and he said, it's not pretty Bukowski
too tough days

too tough days

A Poem by Juni Parks


New Orleans was a place to hide. I could piss away my life, unmolested. Bukowski
new york city

new york city

A Poem by Juni Parks


The flies are angry bits of life Bukowski
an almost poem

an almost poem

A Poem by Juni Parks


and as our grief falls flat and hollow upon the billion-blooded sea Bukowski

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