poetry
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nothing’s everything & everything’s nothing by Àm Acevedo i’m nothing’s everything and everything’s nothing… even so, you’ve loved me despite what you foresee when my life runs scarce and the universe whispers sour nothingness, i’ll glisten in that smile of yours, so rare of lips dipped in molasses when I am no longer, i tell
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virus by Àm Acevedo ¡dare! invade my body as you wager… ¡go ahead! ¡celebrate! ¡believe your folly! that you can win if i’m left dead. what you don’t know is what i know from experience: after your sickening blow, you’ll weaken with insistence. but even if you win, your joy will be ephemeral and life
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series: princess taína & prince connell’s wild atlantic love 5 rich port & éire’s delight by Àm Acevedo a niche for the royal dead she’ll find. true lovers’ fate will be taína’s guide, reversing what was severed by the sea’s divide. the princess will unbind you from death’s hold as she rewinds your soul back to
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series: princess taína & prince connell’s wild atlantic love 4 prince connell’s grave by Àm Acevedo surrounded by the emerald’s ancient forest, on a hill overlooking meadows, your dying breath, fainting eyes and longing sorrows will be soothed by magic stones singing from their clefts. among megalithic echoes, your immemorial past will rest. taína’s soul will
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series: princess taína & prince connell’s wild atlantic love 3 wild atlantic way by Àm Acevedo my prince, the call for your departure shall arrive. you’ll sail the ocean’s torture to the wild atlantic way. westerlies will take you back toward kiltyclogher’s sway each day you’ll cry: “without her, how shall I survive?” and taína will
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series: princess taína & prince connell’s wild atlantic love 2 river’s bank by Àm Acevedo princess taína wades in water-kisses by her river’s bank. from innisfree, connell, your poet’s whispers pour: “i hear it in the deep heart’s core,” where her image leaves an everlasting brand as her eyes foreshadow the caribbean poet’s chant: the world
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series: princess taína & prince connell’s wild atlantic love 1 cross the emerald isle by Àm Acevedo cross the emerald isle once more, my corracloona prince and leitrim lord. easterlies will sail you –connell– to her river’s ford. but first, wage your loving war against the ocean’s roars, that you may proudly disembark upon her
Àm Acevedo 