she was not beautiful
but she could see such beauty
carved into her broken soul
such sweet waterfall truths
i miss her
rice paper dreams
as her unvoiced south china sea whispers
even in her silence
screams of
broken girl child rhyme
echoed
where concrete sidewalks
called to truth upon
her sandaled feet
owning no street-lamp retreat
tears within closet shadows
midnight defeat
young girl lost
within a dance of color
across her fall
loved too young
lost her light to
man-thief
his empty mirror eyes
and where she died
alone
dirty feet and no sighs
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
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This is a tale told with impeccable skills.
I'm so fortunate to have a South China Sea girl in the house who escaped sets in awful fate, protected by her brothers when she was young.
Ron