Author: JulioSueco
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After thought – after sought
I think that sometimes I overwork my poetry. I think I need to let it stop there it ends, in that brief moment I get when I’m overwhelmed with its inspiration, lulling me, whispering me its heartbeat. And if I ever manage to capture its essence, I need to allow my dream catcher to snatch…
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Dreamcatcher
Airs of change blow by the meadows of the threshold Alluring me into its fold I leap forward to rest on its pasture Laying back, I feel them run over me Contemplation slowly takes of me The future, is it worth? Caressing the possibilities of a past long gone Embracing dreams of yore I hold…
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Western Zilch
Passively scouring the media Sifting through human remains Am bombarded my eyes shot red Left riddled with half-cooked notions I trod on in ether all teared Through the barbwired wide world web Seeking not knowing what Respite perhaps from the pain Of seeing all those deadly aims I stand idle in oceans of hate Watching…
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When the trees started to swoosh with the force of the winds my hair began to be caressed by the gusts of the fresh morning breeze. My neck felt the coolness of the early hours light and I kept walking against the gales and ended up loving the chilly air touching my face, I fell…
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On writing
When I write I like it when it gives rise to phonological linkage. This happens very much in both my native tongues, Spanish and English, as Swedish is still hatching from the shell it is incubating in. When a line comes to mind and I write it down, type it, remember it by heart etc,…
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Vera Brittan: Testament of Youth
Vera Brittan recounts her fight for her independent self as an uphill battle. We get this, as it seems that she is engaged in a Sisyphus task in order for her to accomplish her education. Our hero is put to test her belief; the devil is society, her milieu. I find it amazing how Beauty…
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The space keyboard brings insecurity to my typing. It is wobbly, in a fit of misdirected force I became irate and hit it thus making the spacebar wobbly. It’s nearly reflecting my approach to writing. As I always fear the power words have, and ultimately the power the reader has; unto them, I stand needlessly…
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Being trilingual has caused interesting activities in my brain. Although I’ve never had any problems with Spanish and English sharing the same mass of grey matter, it seems that English and Swedish are just being too concomitant with each other, like lost cousins they intermingle. They’ve cozied up too much producing a dissonance in my…
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Dear diary, not! I reached a point of observation, on top of the lighthouse I saw with the aid of the ramp light a common scene, the sea. I saw millions of sparkles in its water, all very amazing in varying degrees, yet I saw a struggle there too, namely, the need for uniqueness. Half…
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It’s ridiculous. Watching the war on the news in so many possible channels with so many perspectives. All the same, in English. Tone varies though if you suddenly choose other languages, but the truth is that the only ones having a ball here are the capitalists. Markets are soaring. They seem happier, yet we lesser…
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Then that same night he told her he couldn’t lie, they drank beer, lying right there on the spot to each other. He had that flash, that flash that’s like a chain and ball, heard the chin-cling loud and clear and wanted freedom. He felt high as ever, didn’t really want part of her, he…
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When it comes to languages it seems to me rather curious the stance some people take. I remember as a child how embarrassed I was to speak Spanish. I recall how one day we came to my grandmother’s in TJ and how, in spite of being raised by her, and just only two years before…