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or the prospect of ever getting back home
the charm of life does not have a home
it only has an extra teddy bear
instincts are disciplined in this way
a ray of light connects two extinguished stars in the sky
a stuffed toy’s eyes twinkle with the starlight
that has touched every crevice of the uncharted universe
the mother bear has adopted a baby deer
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in my hand stuck to the ground
in the hand that wants to touch the clear sky
sat down as if it were a fleeting moment
for a brief moment
the rustles of a yellowed leaf sat down
sighs like an unfinished sculpture
a simple glimpse of the time
and the moments became more pressing than the years
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At night
it feeds on birdsong
with the back of my hand
I remove the tears of the extinguished stars
which blurs my vision
with the sand crumbs off chance
I suffocate the powerlessness that sleeps
in the hourglass of the abnormal sunset
the tentacles of instinct cling with fear
in the sunrise as a pale shade
I open my eyes
in the immensity of the surrounding void
the caterpillar is waiting to spread its wings
the eyes of the wings are like the sky
the butterfly takes flight
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Birds sit on my eyelids
allowing me to see the beauty of the earth's blooms
and the pounding of the air above them.
descend the miracle in the flowers of the earth
It's lovely to see flowers in every window
and even the coal mines have theirs open to the sky
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This Isn't Just a Souvenir by Ki Hyun Park (Author)
A book review by Brinas
The sun conquered the highest peak of the mountain, the emerald peak. From there, from the generosity of the infinite, it caresses the surroundings with jade rays from the sacred spring. The flow of water and time sculpt the world from sunrise to sunset. I hear the story of the wind and the rain, about the perfect shaping of faith.
The author asks himself questions about existential aspects. Evolution through the chaos. Chaos, order, progress, decadence, and revolution. It oscillates with a lot of fantasy, from a chance to a particular universal declaration to the special ordering of destiny.
The interest in maintaining order belongs to others. Control is achieved through the mental manipulation of masses of people.
A solid, consistent piece of work finished with a lot of creative detail and talent.
The main action of this book is generated by finding and keeping the beloved woman.
There are many symbolic reflections on the relationships and emotions brought about by interpersonal interactions as part of the search for the beloved woman. The original vision of ideas like love, existential philosophy, and freedom strengthens the action of this story.
Ki Hyun Park engages in a dance full of rituals, love, and talent, transforms into a light, and goes where darkness is born.
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https://www.amazon.com/This-Isnt-Just-Souvenir-Hyun/dp/B0B7Q74S5R
Golphino by Michelle Blower (Author)
I Made A Place For You
Tower Road: Devotionals
Seeing Voices: Poetry in Motion by Kelly Sargent
About the Author
"Kelly Sargent has loved languages in multiple forms since she was a child. Whether it be through written, spoken, or visual means, engaging with the desire we have to connect with each other and ourselves has been a lifelong endeavor.
Born hard of hearing and adopted in Luxembourg, she grew up with a deaf twin sister in Europe and the United States. She wrote for SIGNews, a national newspaper for the Deaf, and worked in educational settings with deaf students.
She is the author of a poetry chapbook entitled Seeing Voices: Poetry in Motion, a finalist in the Cordella Press Poetry Chapbook Contest and a 2022 Eric Hoffer Book Award nominee."
Kelly Sargent writes: "My twin sister was born in silence." She writes words that I will carry in my ears for the rest of my life, like some unseen earrings.
The author remembers her sister on cloudy, rainy afternoons during which they finger painted."My twin sister used to close her eyes to shut me up when we argued,” she writes."Memories aren't memories until they are recalled.”
A succession of feelings unleashed with a personal flair.
Expressive authenticity bursts from the wealth of poetic connections. With brilliant talent and sensitivity, the author lives the emotion together with her reader.
There is a personal nobility in Kelly’s ability to be shy and sincere at the same time. This overwhelmed me. When I resonated with the author and perceived her thoughts, I understood I was surrounded by unfamiliar feelings.
"Born deaf, her eyes were her ears," she writes. And: "my twin, my deaf mirror,"
I try to think in silence like one of the five senses. I try to think of silence as a necessity that you fall in love with and that accompanies you everywhere. I sit in front of the mirror to see how we look together. Me and the silence. My deaf mirror beckons me to quiet myself and simply love her.
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https://www.amazon.com/dp/1639801359
About the author.
"I, Deborah J. Burris-Kitchen, Ph.D., am a Professor of Criminology and Department Chair at Tennessee State University in Nashville. I am also an activist who fights against violence, racism, exploitation, and greed."
Deborah: "I am a Wife, Mother, College Professor, Social Justice Advocate, Author, Triathlete, and Marathoner."
The collection begins with the poem "To be Short, Blonde, Female, and White."
A few words can only describe the physical appearance of a person.
A woman who painfully observes the behavior of the limited, ignorant, and prejudiced.
Equality and justice are uplifting values. Some people carry these values in their souls. If such a man had been your father, then you understood an essential part of our misunderstood world.
"Your actions taught me how to love everyone, and many times, without a word being spoken." -Note to My Father-.
Abuse, violence, and mental and physical trauma are confronted head-on, ranging from an elevated and elegant approach to a justified revolt. Alcohol and rape set off a chain of bizarre events. And the inevitable tragedy that awaits as a turn of fate.
"My sister and I were born on July 4th, 1960. We were identical twins. We both weighed 2 pounds and 6 ounces. It was unusual for babies that small to survive back then. We were kept in an incubator for nearly three months. We were finally released from the hospital when we reached over 5 pounds. My mother tells us the story that she had to buy us doll clothes until we could finally fit into baby clothes. We both remained small for our age, but my sister more than I.”
Beginning with her first years in a community, the author and, especially, her sister were frequently the targets of dirty jokes, jokes made because of their small stature. Ironic looks. Smirking smiles. Later, the author discovered what disrespect, rejection, and stigmatization meant. In such a position, you can easily slip. You shut yourself up, blame fate, and try to sneak through life.
Deborah chose not to be silent. She understood that a hidden gem, covered by the dust of prejudices will never be reflected in a ray of light.
With intelligence, talent, and originality, Deborah built a pedestal, climbed on it, and from that height told us a story. Through a unique blend of sincerity, vitality, and elegance, words find their way into the hearts of readers in ways they never expected.
Those who understood this story thought about things they had not thought about until now. Only then is a book considered a success. When that book made you think about what the author wanted to convey to you.
The others, those who have not yet understood anything from this book, have become poorer. And much smaller.
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