Written by
Sahar Mullick

The Exotic Starfish Sea of salty diamonds Regenerates it's maimed self Fairy tales in cocoons Butterflies of words threatening Come out, come out Games of hide'n seek Prosodic parallel world (Think) Sometimes I am Even the most cold-hearted cry when an onion narrates its tale. Purple cow crowned Jumping through small tiny keyholes Upside down makes sense Human tales read aloud The other world real as a pinch (Write my story short) Turn knots into bows Before E there is an I (Am) sometimes I think.

There Is A Spoon

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And so you told me,

Little darling, never to look

At things that exist not.

So I turned a blind eye,

I shunned the Gods

And spat out poems

As I buried them alive.

Concentrate;

There is no spoon,

You said, little darling,

For nothing is real

Except you and me.

And I believed-

Except,

There is a spoon,

But there is no you

And, perhaps, there is no me.

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Volume 4

Spring 2009

Verse

There Is A Spoon