Poems published in Piker Press, a weekly journal of arts and literature.
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"A poet's vision transcends boundaries ..."
"...The sky is featureless, the light spreads like a stain..."
"...spark of nuanced nothingness --"
"...I wish she had raised those distant eyes..."
"...how can I know a hundred heartaches..."
"...Humans come with dimensions, choices..."
"...resist the nature..."
"...a janitor spinning in an ice rink..."
"She is the fragrance of spring..."
"...Like the morning sunrays That have been banished From the earth..."
"...dry leaves slither along the pavement..."
"...They will be taken away in time..."
"...The tsunami took you from me..."
"...back to the long-gone elsewhere..."
"It was a mad and spinning world in which you met her..."
"...without cash prize or laughter raised..."
"...an icy red wine sky leaps into our mind..."
"...on a night when fading leaves lay still on the trees..."
"Blood without blood, Brokenness yet unbroken..."
"...thunder actually says nothing..."
Andrea Damic, born in Sarajevo, Bosnia and Herzegovina, lives in Sydney, Australia. She is an amateur photographer and author of microfiction, flash fiction and poetry.
"...singing always his own blues, singing always to one person...."
"...They battle it out with the dying..."
"...what once was old..."
"...A necessary death For a necessary reason..."
"...clear girl, vanishing in smoke like a magic show..."
"...like someone who left without ever saying goodbye..."
"Each evening I look up at the stars..."