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Crazy COVID-19 has us all in a tizzyToo much information making all of us dizzyMost who’ve been exposed self-quarantineRunning out of toilet paper making us mean“Social distancing” is the phrase du jour
Hong Kong China crunchclash of ideologies—iron mixed with clay . . © 2019 Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
A gust of heartless air escaped the cracked door I arrived just in time to inhale the aftermath of decayed black crows, Only to regurgitate the clumps of feathers I almost suffocated.
IT’S A girlThe three deadliest words in the world.So many keep disappearing just because of the flip of the coin.
All this violence, has its range, that's one thing that I would change. A bad night between couples, two many drinks, makes them rethinks their own happy nuptuals.
I’m a mouse Always have been It doesn’t take much for me to hide in my little home Where I am safe from the daggering eyes Or judgmental looks of others But sometimes I get fed up
If I could change anything I think it would be my eyes, I don’t like how dark they are, I want them as blue as the sky. Or maybe I would change my thighs, They rub together and jiggle when I jive.
I heard a story one day, to my surprise I had nothing to say, It was something about this girls name, The sound? The origin? It soon all became a game ,
They swallowed tears before I came to Angel Island, their America stained by the leaking blood of those who stilled their writhing flesh with a hanging noose
Hugged fingers for safety protect me
I was born in Maoming to the sounds of sirens and in the midst of yellow smoke, I’d imagine. I was blessed. I could have died nine minutes into my life. Or before I took in my first polluted breath.
Life! Liberty! Freedom! Our glorious kingdom! Under the White Star and Blue Sky here we fight and here we die! We pay in blood for our beliefs so that one day the people will live in relief!
I lost a day a few weeks back It slipped right through the cracks Of time I think I found it again, in mask But want it cemented, at last, in rhyme. January Second slipped away
Turtles from Madagascar Marmosets from South America A Noah’s ark of endangered species Sinking under the weight of the elephants. Captured from traffiikers Seized from smugglers
Little one in the dark From heaven to womb to pipe The mother who he clung to Hated him, down the drain. Blessed with life And cursed with fear The woman let him go And not yet ready for the grave
Watching wheels slipdown the cracked intersection, lull thoughts in an neon air, lounging in an orange lawn chair
Her name, Mei-zhen, embossed in the jade pendant that chafes the base of my throat permits only shallow gasps to egress.
When I was thirteen, I had my first f***. Sex has this positive connotation Of being greatly enjoyable by both participants The guy’s feeling fly, girl’s feeling high And for this feeling,
Your eyes are small and round They thin when you smile See—liquid brown is their color, hated by most loved by me. • Loving you is-
“In giving you away, I have given you the gift of life.” I placed you on the top step. I kissed your forehead and wrapped the corners of the blanket around your chin.