Spiral Alchemy

Tag: poet

  • Our Dance

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    by

    Mariana Rodrigues Cabral
    in

    Let’s talk about it. Let’s not talk about it. broken wings, slamming doors, fighting words. a pretty package in the sun, a glass house under moon…

  • Blurry Memories

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    by

    Mariana Rodrigues Cabral
    in

    Blizzard road. Red lights paving the way. Pretending to be asleep when we park outside the house. Papa carries my limp body to bed. He smells like cigarettes, pine, and honey…

  • An Opening

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    by

    Mariana Rodrigues Cabral
    in

    Do you ever catch glimpses of the sun between dark patches of old? When the world opens up for you like a woman and shows you the way. Suddenly every road, every stone is a gift to unfold…

  • Hold

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    by

    Mariana Rodrigues Cabral
    in

    There’s an insatiable hunger that food can never dull. It lives in the deepest crevice of your heart, and contorts your dreams till you’re sick. Feed it too much and the hunger spreads. Feed it too little and it’ll eat its way out. Feed it nothing – now that’s the trick…

  • Surface Tension

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    by

    Mariana Rodrigues Cabral
    in

    He held me on the sidewalk while bodies passed, dodging us like we were delicate birds in the middle of the road. I stained his jacket like the rain looming above our heads threatened to stain the city…