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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare


Emeniano Acain Somoza, Jr. considers himself the official spiritual advisor of his roommates, Gordot and Dwight - the first a goldfish, the other a Turkish Van cat. His works have been published in The Poetry Magazine, Moria Poetry Journal, Fogged Clarity, Everyday Poem, Loch Raven Review, The Buddhist Poetry Review, The Philippines Free Press, Troubadour 21, Full of Crow, Indigo Rising, Asia Writes, Triggerfish Critical Review, Troubadors 21, Gloom Cupboard, TAYO, Haggard & Halloo, and elsewhere. His first book, A Fistful of Moonbeams, was published by Kilmog Press in April 2010. He is busy anthologizing emptiness and boredom at the moment while working as an Academic Admissions Specialist based in the Middle East.

Emeniano Acain Somoza, Jr

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A Certain Kind Of Sadness

Each day I live in a glass room unless I break it
with the thrusting of my senses and pass through
the splintered walls to the great landscape. — Mervyn Peake

When we finally moved in I was the first to note
That the house has many choke points

Doors yawn because they miss each other's assuring breath
If anything the windows misgivingly offer little

& the lockers in the storage room
keep regurgitating your suitcase

In principle I should never grow tired of defending us
As I am certain you can only see so much

But if you haven't noticed yet
I keep my luggage under the bed, in case

What could smother our notion of bliss and comfort
Light switches that pitch us out to the pith of dark