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Leonell EchaJuly 20, 2017

For little birds that gather tiny sticks, Their nests will become an entire tree. For masons who endure in piling bricks Their neighborhood would ask them for a key. These tunnels branch into kaleidoscope. The rainbow can’t rain a single color. A weak thread is just a lingering rope, The face worn on a badly […]

Leonell EchaJuly 20, 2017

A woman of steel; Love, emotions, her feel. Hard on the outside, tender within. Her voice, the sound of a violin. Not indulgent, masked austere and scolds.This beauty’s her seal. Responsibilities; her neck chains a mighty wheel. “Lessen your burden,” I hence appeal. She frames my thoughts and catches my tears before they begin. In […]

Leonell EchaJuly 19, 2017

There is this thing I find my self immersed in Bringing bones, blood, spirit and soul within. Chimes and bags, rattles and slams, lifting me to a higher ground. Tit or tat, this or that, this is where I am held bound. With notes like the rumble of the sea when the moon has found […]

Leonell EchaJuly 19, 2017

I feel a little off randomly upturned, my stomach talks when I walk or when I run or when I’m in a car my head spins A tyre wheels round and round I travel sick sick and blue Blue skies down Queasy growls My hands tried to hold the spinning wall my nose picks thick […]

Leonell EchaJuly 19, 2017

Have you ever wondered Why monkeys often hop? How they can walk and hop altogether Perfectly nonstop? Oh, how suiting it is to anchor Our boast head-level So as to extinguish flamy rancor And deny failure a bevel. Endure the filthy Of a bitter truth For the asininity That goes with truthful lies are uncouth. […]

Leonell EchaJuly 18, 2017

Two things about my father, never in between hot and cold. Never goes back on the words he’s told. Day one, held in a wrap. Loving spank was a tap. He says, my heart is worth more than gold. Creation of the bold. In transformation, I he mould. Dear girl, a soft tap isn’t a […]

Leonell EchaJuly 12, 2017

The night woke morning up in a nightmare; Broken sketches, weak dreams saw a nightmare Tied to a stake, an ancient sacrifice The stream fetched cups of blood in the nightmare. The delivery room, a stillborn child; The novel untitled in the nightmare An empty house as an abandoned soul; worths the cry to wake […]

Leonell EchaJuly 11, 2017

There is an uproar rising in my soul First an itch, then a twitch, and tears trickled Angry stares tripped away my sanity I felt a switch coming down, and welts trickled I am water and oil, the hardest mix First a tear, then a stitch, and pain trickled Neighbors gathered, yet their pleas were […]

Leonell EchaJuly 11, 2017

Dear God, I’m tired of accusing you But tonight that was you i saw With the red jacket and the ripped jeans With your hair braided. The face cap almost made it possible for you to deceive me But that cologne and the tattoo around your neck, The mask couldn’t hide. So here’s the question: […]

Leonell EchaJuly 10, 2017

In the stories the knife talked about The necks paid the price Healing is synonymous with bloodshot eyes. Prayer many times failed Don’t pray everyday. The church is not the answer Even heaven knows Let the preacher die at the end of the prose This gathering is the question Never let open eyes close. Leonell […]

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