Poems published in Piker Press, a weekly journal of arts and literature.
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"...The free flow of our blood..."
...a reverie with the potential to reveal something ...
"Poetry is the truth of heart..."
"...Whispered vowels and sigils given form..."
"...Blue skies disappeared replaced by a steel wool skyline..."
"...fungi that can colonize and degrade plastic polymers..."
"...the expiring city of my frozen childhood..."
"...for the child-me it was nirvana..."
"...Absence of Time means no reason to kill Time..."
"...I can't hold too much love..."
"...Annas Bay shoreline where blue herons stand..."
"...A barren plot beyond repair..."
"...staring at the frozen waters and the ice covering the sand..."
"...Don’t we need to keep, animate and treasure friendships?..."
"...blue, yellow, orange, like the petals of wildflowers..."
Nayma Chamchoun is a British Moroccan writer, poet and performance poet. Her writing is influenced by her cultural duality.
"...My imagination?..."
Art as poem, poem as art...
"...I rehave fondmems of stalenows and felts longgo..."
"... I tuned into an unconscious space..."
"...She got completely lost in his maze..."
"...Engines roaring as those few years raced by..."
"...what my eyes saw wasn’t an illusion, but reality..."
"...she had a beautiful blind date..."
"My knee aches with age..."
"...Will you remember me in ten years?..."
"...I must have not wanted it..."
"...No one seems to care either way..."
"...call the emptiness that called us..."
"Say you join a writers’ Facebook group..."