huban-nameLilithhuban-name in Free Verse More Like This
Frida'nın, Sylvia'nın ve Virginia'nın
bedenleriyle ziyaret etmeli gecelerimi.
Her biri uçları kırık, karanlık ve ıslak saçlarının
ardından gamze dolu çeneme
şarkılar söylemeli çatallaşmış sesleriyle.
Birisi ayaklarımı yerden kesmeli,
bir diğeri de eteklerindeki taşları döküversin
Belki sevebilirim o zaman
yalnız uyandığım kirli sabahları.
meleklerBizler iyi insanlarız;melekler in Free Verse More Like This
duvar kenarlarında dans edip
boş bira şişelerinin içine şarkı söyleyen
ve gökyüzünde yolculuğa çıkan
arada da bakışlarını yeryüzüne indirip
renkli ışıklar arasında
iyi ve güzel insanlardan.
Hypnos'dan Endymion'a"Kapatma gözlerini Endymion!Hypnos'dan Endymion'a in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Rüyalara da girme...
The corruption of dreamsAt nightThe corruption of dreams in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
we dream of faraway stars
but warm up
at the light of candles
"Eros""Eros" in Free Verse More Like This
We deconstructed our bodies and then put ourselves together in different shape.
You were a soft velvet deer and I came out a white wolf.
We dressed in each other's skin and the clothes felt warm but somehow strange...
I remember the next morning... the taste of your breasts remained sweet in my hands.
Your contracting thigh muscle is still the best part of my lips. I can feel its taste every time my tongue wanders outside in search of you.
I kept a few strands from your hair, close to my left ear. They whisper of late summer winds and of love that will never be.
In the distance the cranes have already started to migrate. The cherry trees have blossomed but there is no one here to rejoice in their red perfume.
It's winter again.
Absolutely Relative MoralityAbsolutely Relative Morality in Philosophical More Like This
Does morality exist? Certainly. But does it exist absolutely? That's what I intend to tease out during the course of this essay. Morality is a hugely complex issue, with many different philosophies and schools of thought. The best working definition of morality, is anything which pertains to the increase or decrease in suffering or happiness. At one end, there is moral absolutism, also known as absolute morality, and at the other, there is moral relativism, and everything else falls in between for the most part.
Absolute morality is defined as the belief that good and evil definitely exist, and that they are unchanging, universal, and absolute. Meaning, what is wrong for me, here and now, is wrong for anyone, at any time or place. Moral absolutists usual subscribe to a theistic religion, where their god or gods are deemed the moral law givers who, symbolically or literally, set in stone what is good and evil.
Moral relativism is the idea that good and evil exist, but that their existen
A Rational Look At AbortionAbortion has been one of the most endlessly debated moral issues over the past hundred years, and few topics are more polarizing, as nearly every discussion about it inevitably descends into irrational histrionics. I'm going to break down this issue analytically, and I intend to cut through the outer layer of political drama to really discuss what matters; morality.A Rational Look At Abortion in Philosophical More Like This
Let's first define morality. The best definition we have is anything which pertains to the increase or decrease in happiness or suffering, and/or the killing or saving of a conscious entity. There will come a point in this essay where this definition of morality will waver, and it is useful to notice that this is a working definition only, and as our knowledge about ourselves, our world, and life increases, so too will our perception of morality.
So is abortion immoral? Well, based on our current understanding of morality, this question would rely principally upon whether or not a fetus can suffer.
de la Nochede la Noche in Free Verse More Like This
De la noche
¿ Quien te salva ? ¿ quien me salva ?
cuando todos han sido salvados por mi
queda la espera
no te salves como el poema de Benedetti
a Mauricio nadie lo salva
ni a Oscar le espera una sonrisa al final del camino
ninguno de los dos que son el mismo
sujetan el carisma del mendigo
ni reciben los abrazos del huérfano mal herido
es siniestro extravagante gótico
romántico y suicida
hijo de sus noches frías y amante de la luna
esposo de la muerte,
¿ quien salva a una criatura terrible ?
cuando sabes que destruirá lo hermoso
¿ quien me salva ?
solo la imagen en el espejo
alguien de la noche
La distanciaLa distancia in Free Verse More Like This
de las princesas
que habitan en los bosques
ellas las que cabalgan en unicornios,
visten de seda en todos los colores,
las de las manos blancas
las del semblante fresco.
Quiero perderme en ese mundo de muertos
donde caen mil pétalos de rosas blancas
mientras ellas juegan con cajas
que hacen música,
siempre diferente en el corazón.
Los recuerdos son parte de un tiempo
mientras la noche cae
las estrellas me rozan
cortando mi cuerpo
con sus afilados haces de luz,
iniciando una ofrenda de sangre
me permite entrar
por la puerta de mármol rosa
que me encara crujiendo
cuando se abre en fracciones.
Detrás de un lago inmenso
en las aguas,
despertando de un sueño
gritando eufórico que quería regresar
lo único que encontré
fue un pantano
sin entender que la distancia
entre casa y hogar
es un lago...
donde del otro lado me espera
algo más que un su
The Gay AgendaThe Gay AgendaThe Gay Agenda in Free Verse More Like This
we unpacked the car in hundred-and-ten degree heat
home after our three-months, big-haul supermarket run
stared at the late season watermelon
we grabbed on an impulse
I got the cutting board and a bowl for rinds
you got the never-dull, wedding-gift ceramic knife
we tore into our pieces at the same time
swamping desert thirst in southern fruit
pretending we were comfortably cool
believing it during each bite
I opened a new paper towel roll (we had been out)
you gave me the next slice, cut yourself another
we ate the whole damn thing in one sitting, not talking
just munching one icy wedge after another
until I mumbled a joke you made me repeat
(had to slurp-swallow to do it)
I said, “I said, I think this makes us—”
you, with a fresh juice smile, finished: “—a couple of fruits.”
The Business of Murder"Well, now that we're through with the pleasantries, Mr. Daniels, I must ask: Why is it that you want to die?"The Business of Murder in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Joseph Daniels sighed and slumped down in his seat, the picture of unkemptness. His face looked tired, with large bags underneath his eyes and at least three days' worth of stubble. His hair was a mess, his clothes were disheveled. He seemed to exude an aura of despair.
He surveyed the room he was in, which was quite his opposite: neat, orderly, unremarkable. Blank, white walls, some filing cabinents, three windows looking out on downtown. He was sitting in a plain, wooden chair in front of a plain, wooden desk with merely a fake houseplant and laptop on top.
The woman behind the desk, typing notes on the laptop, was similarly forgettable. She was dressed in a black pantsuit, her dark brown hair in a bun. Her eyes were blue, but otherwise ordinary. She wore little makeup on her plain face. She was as unremarkable as the room, which was how she liked it.
She had introduced hers