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Love sequence

A Poem by Witty Fay

An accretion of rhythm and spur, This is what spring days fathom Themselves to me, dripping of Colors, scents and prickled joy, A st..

Literary topography

A Poem by Witty Fay

Rivulets of ache streaming inside me As I shout at the very peak of my lungs That I shall never again feel slight Aggression towards ..

Never.the.less

A Poem by Witty Fay

The screeching of usLike a wounded machineCraving for rust, yetLiving to be dismantled,Slits the night openAnd keeps us at bay.We bleed in turns,Feroc..

Living out literature

A Poem by Witty Fay

Let's watch history passAnd never become historyOurselves.Rather hold fiction between us,Like a jump rope.Swirl narrative fingersAround strands of fam..

Poetry, love and lunacy

A Poem by Witty Fay

I am an anti-Muse in disguise. To the benevolent eye, I walk greenish paths, The grass ate the pasture and I chewed it all The basil’..

To Fernando Pessoa

A Poem by Witty Fay

I felt happy because I couldn’t feel unhappy. Your lips curled a vivid grin of life Between the crooked teeth of loss. As I read you, ..

Beloved, again

A Poem by Witty Fay

As I look into you I feel there is nothing good Inside me that does not come from there. And then blatant half-truths exult from your eyes..

Woodsman

A Poem by Witty Fay

Windows without number or end Build themselves into the house of us. And the days cluster inside To peak through the pleated panes At th..

The Storied Tree

A Poem by Witty Fay

Is always of a color apartBearing proof of the handsThat built its layers of bark.Small hands, dainty wrists-All of the same two peopleWho buried thei..

Predicament

A Poem by Witty Fay

Let me feel that love of yoursIn fall colour.You, me, two distant hoursOf the same agnostic clock,Like some painting that neverUnfolds to the greedy e..