Poems and stuff by Maté Jarai…

Monthly Archives: September 2017

6 posts

Twisted up in a pillar of light and haze, should be a stream of air passable and laughable, […]

Poems

…twisted

There are bars of sunlight on my wooden floor and I slept for […]

Poems

‘Twenty-nine years old and you got no soul,’ is what I heard Mos Def say […]

Poems

The instrumental piano music I’m listening to makes me want to kill myself. It’s 5AM and it’s dark and the […]

Poems

I woke up and my back ached and I looked at my back in the mirror and there were large […]

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I can hear your wail, can you hear mine? It’s distant and patient and you are my distance patiently waiting, […]

Poems