by Danny Ballan | Nov 20, 2017 | Poetry
You have bolted the moonand the sun;in the darkness of my room,I’ll rekindle hope.You have exiled abroadall fledgling dreams;I will fetch the lost sheepin my hometown.You have claimed the land,divided into farms—like tearing the robes of Christ,crucified to death;Just...
by Danny Ballan | Nov 17, 2017 | Poetry
Spotted in no man’s landsearching the dead picturing a future junkyardwith him in the middle an everlasting elementsomething to sell and perhaps something edibleno sell-by date can frighten that old hungerin this young skinny belly, a monster terrified moreI skipped...
by Danny Ballan | Nov 16, 2017 | Archive
All my friends listened to this man, but many found him controversial. I couldn’t tell before going there and figuring what made their eyes shine every time they repeated any of his words. I had to squeeze myself in the hotel lobby to get closer to the big conference...
by Danny Ballan | Nov 15, 2017 | Poetry
I was born yesterdayin a hustle-free factory,a man was smoking carelesslyon top of the gunpowderaround the cases and me;fitting me inside is never an easy taskyet it is never done manually anymore,nor does anyone tend to save on me—I am abundant like the sun,yet I...
by Danny Ballan | Nov 14, 2017 | Archive
One may look at the word “unidentification,” and wonder what it may mean. We usually need the opposite meaning, which aims at unlocking the real identity of unidentified things or people. But humans were never after reversing this process; once something is...
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