Archive for Plathinson

ONE PERSON’S TRASH IS NOW OUT!

Posted in News with tags , , , , on June 8, 2017 by Plathinson

It is quite rare to get a piece of work accepted and, at the same time, be able to help support a noble cause. One Person’s Trash journal’s inaugural issue features literary works which theme revolves around homelessness. The print copies are now available and are distributed among members of Tacoma’s homeless community. Proceeds go to the sellers. Read full details here.

Let’s join Jacob Nau and his team realize an objective. Please grab your copies now!

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“THE STENCH” WILL START TO SMELL REALLY MUSTY SOON!

Posted in News with tags , , , , on April 23, 2017 by Plathinson

I have taken down a few more poems to find them a home. It’s always a pleasure to share them with people who take interest and find beauty in what they are here for.

“The Stench,” which I wrote in 2015, will be published in print come May 2017. Other than poetry, print edition of One Person’s Trash will also feature works of fiction and non-fiction from other writers.

DOWNPOUR

Posted in My Poetry with tags , , , on March 22, 2017 by Plathinson

Today, it is raining.

I raise an arm, palm up:
glomp for a few drops
that carry a tune
of a long forgotten song.

Serene sound pulls up a memory
from a number of moon’s passing
I can no longer remember
it was mine.

I gaze at the sight of grey:
my eyes’ plea for SOS—
that heavy downpour after over
a decade long of summer.

And because you’re still a bit coy,
I keep you closest
where only I can hear;
Forever is fleeting,
and this moment, eternal.

© Gheeneil

THE RIVER

Posted in My Poetry with tags , , , on February 12, 2017 by Plathinson

Water flows
ever so gently now,
draining a river to the dregs—
an inscription of an ultimate passing
on pebbles and silt.

Amid soft and quiet sound
of a distinctly sweet farewell,
this place almost resembles
Sahara.

© Gheeneil

THE LEAF

Posted in My Poetry with tags , , , on October 2, 2016 by Plathinson

My memory remained
where you left it:
barely hanging on a tree
where our thoughts played
hide-and-seek.

Day and night,
you were the wind—
always everywhere;
always nowhere.

Leaves were stars
that tasted so sweet
at every fall.

And then autumn came so fast
without you
ever noticing.

© Gheeneil

LONG STILLED THE WIND

Posted in My Poetry with tags , , , on September 18, 2016 by Plathinson

Words had gone brittle
however soft you spoke them
At the tip of your tongue,
they snapped like twigs: the sound
of your backbone breaking.
I could only stare at your lips
where your nose perched close by,
sucking air out of your lungs.

© Gheeneil

REMEMBERING TODAY

Posted in My Poetry with tags , , , on August 10, 2016 by Plathinson

Today: the sumptuous meal
ravishes the palate—it is here.
You chew a thousand times
until merely a morsel
gets stuck between your teeth.
You may think it’s barely there,
but you feel it in your breath.

© Gheeneil