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Publication Notice: Dead Snakes features “Graceless Ravens Envy You”

I am honored yet again to see one of my poems published by Dead Snakes.  Thanks to Editor Stephen Jarrell Williams for allowing me to share “Graceless Ravens Envy You” at the link below:

http://deadsnakes.blogspot.com/2015/11/eric-robert-nolan-poem.html

And, by the way, my friend Tejal Jhaveri Moen has also published a new piece at Dead Snakes!  Click the link below to read “A Tearless Cry.”

http://deadsnakes.blogspot.com/2015/11/tejal-jhaveri-moen-poem_13.html

Anyway … in searching Wikimedia Commons for a public domain photo for this post, I learned that there is such a thing as a “Chihuahua Raven” (corvus cryptoleucus). That’s just wrong on several levels.  I suggest that we hunt it to extinction.

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Photo credit: by Shahnoor Habib Munmun (Own work) [CC BY 3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0)%5D, via Wikimedia Commons.

“A Tearless Cry,” by Tejal Jhaveri Moen

Here is a second very nice piece by my friend Tejal.  By the way, she is now a published poet!  Dead Snakes published her poem, “Don’t Touch My Soul,” on October 30th.

Enjoy “A Tearless Cry.”

“A Tearless Cry,” by Tejal Jhaveri Moen

I am grieving the loss of you,
Yet you have not died.
The innocence of the morning mist,
Torn away by your gracious lie.
Abdicating yesterday’s love
Just for the memory of your kiss.
A selfish surrender of an unsettled heart,
Renders a tearless cry.

(c) Tejal Jhaveri Moen 2015

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Photo credit: “Morning Mist and Sunshine,” by Imogen Cunningham (flikr) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

“Don’t Touch My Soul,” by Tejal Jhaveri Moen

I am quite happy to have a guest poet here at the blog — my friend Tejal Jhaveri Moen.

Enjoy “Don’t Touch My Soul.”

Don’t Touch My Soul
By Tejal Jhaveri Moen

The fairy dust settles
On my lashes,
Lightly, magically
Making me see
An optical illusion,
A reflection of love
Of which I seek.

The enchanting rose,
So maliciously sweet,
Touched my soul,
A most beautiful scar
Given by a single kiss.

A drop of blood
After the embrace of a
Most handsome thorn
Is cherished yet grieved.
The sadness and beauty of life —
Which am I to believe?

(c)  Tejal Jhaveri Moen 2015

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