Shoshanah Marohn | Poetry

Posted February 3, 2017 by Shoshanah Marohn

Énouement The way things are now was not foreseen, but I can’t tell me that, back then.

Posted January 27, 2017 by Shoshanah Marohn

Monachopsis If I were a piece in a puzzle, my puzzle was given away.

Posted January 20, 2017 by Shoshanah Marohn

Opia So, the eye is the window to the soul? Why can’t my soul be hidden?

Posted January 13, 2017 by Shoshanah Marohn

Sonder You who walk by me are as complicated as I as blessed and as cursed

Posted January 6, 2017 by Shoshanah Marohn

Lachesism Oh, if my house burned down, if the tornado hit, how sweet it would be!

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