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					<description><![CDATA[<p>House of Shadows I stand upon a threshold of a house haunted by promises, empty and fruitless, inhabitants hide in long shadows, a gray film of ignorance covers their eyes, slugs slither up the inside of their arms, stopping here and there to nibble on bloody birth marks. They slowly make their way to a [&#8230;]</p>
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										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><strong>House of Shadows</strong></p>
<p>I stand upon a threshold<br />
of a house haunted by promises,<span id="more-2208"></span><br />
empty and fruitless,<br />
inhabitants hide in long shadows,<br />
a gray film of ignorance covers their eyes,<br />
slugs slither up the inside of their arms,<br />
stopping here and there to nibble<br />
on bloody birth marks.<br />
They slowly make their way<br />
to a waiting ear canal,<br />
which they fill with slime<br />
and whispers, “if only&#8230;if only.”<br />
a scream rattles in my throat,<br />
I desperately want to break<br />
the spell of distortion,<br />
but in this place<br />
of violet skies and black birches,<br />
even my voice sounds<br />
like a half-truth.</p>
<p><strong>A Melancholy View</strong></p>
<p>Wallowing between purgatory and the land of the living,<br />
a vision revealed a layer of condemnation,<br />
a circle of hell reserved for those who were silent,<br />
they were tethered, wrist to wrist to wrist,<br />
forming a web of yearning, straining, pulling<br />
and placed on a mountain top, a plateau,<br />
to watch loved ones walk across a desert<br />
of unspoken words, each one etched<br />
into broken glass, unforgiving edges<br />
that plunge into soft flesh underfoot.<br />
The tethered cried out warnings,<br />
but they wore muzzles of iron<br />
dripping with spittle,<br />
which made their howls incoherent,<br />
caws from a murder of crows.<br />
This was eternity,<br />
a penance for following fear,<br />
ignoring nudges from the heart,<br />
starving the soul of mirth.</p>
<p><strong>Homemade</strong></p>
<p>Crumbs remain on my collar,</p>
<p>remnants from hunger in the night,<br />
cravings crawled along my stomach wall,<br />
intrusive thoughts snaked through my skull,<br />
I am trapped in a maze of fantasy,<br />
lust is not weighed on blind scales,<br />
it is stretched with large iron chains,<br />
link after greasy link.<br />
When sticky memories<br />
are wedge between my teeth,<br />
then I am allowed to sleep,<br />
with the serpent’s belly bulging,<br />
as if from a rat or something larger,<br />
my eyes can close until daybreak,<br />
for shame rises with the worms.</p>
<p><em><strong><a href="https://www.prachyareview.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/02/jashua-1-1.png"><img decoding="async" class="alignleft wp-image-2209 size-full" src="https://prachyareview.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/02/ab364-jashua-1.png" alt="" width="185" height="221" /></a>Joshua Cole</strong> </em>is a poet, writer, and artist. He lives on the beautiful seacoast of New Hampshire with his lovely wife, and two amazing daughters. They enjoy picnics, hiking, and family fun days. If you’re interested in more of his work, including his fiction, check out his website, <a href="https://authorjoshuacole.com/">https://authorjoshuacole.com/</a>; like his Facebook page, <a href="https://www.facebook.com/authorjoshuacole">https://www.facebook.com/authorjoshuacole</a>; follow him on Twitter, <a href="https://twitter.com/authorjoshcole">@authorjoshcole</a> or Instagram, <a href="https://www.instagram.com/authorjoshuacole/">@authorjoshuacole</a>.</p><p>The post <a href="https://prachyareview.com/2017/02/11/poems-by-joshua-cole/">Poems by Joshua Cole</a> first appeared on <a href="https://prachyareview.com">Prachya Review</a>.</p>]]></content:encoded>
					
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