In Mist
a howl. Something, somebody
had scuttled the platter.
You stop and frisk yourself,
and as if the red ants had
started coming out from your
eyes.
It wets the script. An apparition.
A dove flutters in the chest. A
fantasy, like you leave your body.
A window opens, shuts. Opens, shuts.
One vestigial flicker of the miasma
unsettles, the tree culture,
The undersides of the tongue becomes blue.
Do you know, you read
from the back side of the brain?
Have you heard the hindsight?
Yes, sometimes, means no.
New Poems
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Song of the Radiant Phoenix
Written by Oscar Auliq-Ice -
Whispers of a Wooden Wonder
Written by Oscar Auliq-Ice -
Whispers Beneath the Cosmic Veil
Written by Oscar Auliq-Ice -
Serenades of the Silent Night
Written by Oscar Auliq-Ice -
Shadows of a Forbidden Moon
Written by Oscar Auliq-Ice
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- Oscar Auliq-Ice wrote a poem "Song of the Radiant Phoenix"
- Oscar Auliq-Ice wrote a poem "Whispers of a Wooden Wonder"
- Oscar Auliq-Ice wrote a poem "Whispers Beneath the Cosmic Veil"
- Oscar Auliq-Ice wrote a poem "Serenades of the Silent Night"
- Oscar Auliq-Ice wrote a poem "Shadows of a Forbidden Moon"
- Oscar Auliq-Ice wrote a poem "Echoes in the Stars"
- Oscar Auliq-Ice wrote a poem "Shadows of Tomorrow"
- Oscar Auliq-Ice wrote a poem "Dancing in the Moonlit Night"
- Oscar Auliq-Ice wrote a poem "Dawn of New Dreams"
- Oscar Auliq-Ice wrote a poem "Whispers from Yesteryears"