He walked up to me
Begging for
sustenance
with
an insistence
matched by an
expectance
that I
could make his
existence
feel slightly more
existent.
–
When I couldn’t even make mine
© Hudson Biko
Photograph: Photo by Sarah Diniz Outeiro
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Hudson- don’t know if you read OldePunk at RamJet Poetry or Max Meunier’s Disassociative Void but your poetry reminds me of what I like best about their writing fused with what I like best about mine. Heady mix
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Thanks for the comment! I just checked out some of OldePunk’s work following your comment and its incredibly and powerfully written. I’ll make sure I read more later on in the day as well as Max Meunier’s Disassociative Void. Thanks for the suggestion! I love finding new content! 🙂
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Olde Punk and Max Meunier knock my socks off. Very different aesthetic but I see similarities with way the three of you play with language. I have actually had the honor of writing collaboratively with Olde Punk. https://suddendenouement.com/2017/02/12/uncharted-night-olde-punk-ramjet-poetry-christine-ray-brave-and-reckless/
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I loved it! The manipulation of imagery and motion is absolutely astounding! 🙂
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Olde Punk made me look good! He is a word wizard
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Reblogged this on Secret First Draft: A Site of the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective and commented:
The brilliant staccato of Hudson Biko Mwalagho
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Thank you so much!
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Reblogged this on Pieced By HB.
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