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The Long Dying of Mr. Ashgrove

A story of devotion, borrowed time, and the last mercy

I. Lindenhurst I was twenty-six years old when I took the post at Lindenhurst, and I took it for money, which is to say that I took it for love, though I did not yet understand that the two had be...

Posted by Linda Shierly on October 9, 2021

Menyemai Cinta di Musim Semi

abu-abu yang hinggap di pundakmu

Tidak ada yang bisa berubah dan mengubah apapun tentang perasaanku padanya. Bagiku, semua masih seperti sedia kala, dan bahkan jauh lebih lekat, lebih erat dari apapun yang bisa dibayangkan. Dan p...

Posted by Linda Shierly on June 22, 2021

Kemarilah

pelikku butuh kamu

Aku sedang pelik; Aku menelisik, Ramah jadi teman, tapi menghardik Tenang jadi kawan, tapi mencekik Aku menelisik, Tidak ada misteri yang bersilsilah Dan tak ada satupun corak sebuah salah Hanyala...

Posted by Linda Shierly on June 18, 2021

Got You

a poem for Huzair

Dark disappears, I see the light. Grey turns into a shades of pink ; the sinister moon vanished in the shy sunshine ; Me , see another side of my world. I thought it was just torture and then li...

Posted by Linda Shierly on June 3, 2021

Asap Malam

sebuah paragraf berisi kerinduan

Langit malam bercahaya, Bercak-bercak legam tertampar lampu-lampu jalan Deru asap kendaraan menemani malam Ketika di lenganmu, kau aku genggam Langit malam bersaksi Di bawah rasi bintang Di temani...

Posted by Linda Shierly on January 18, 2021

Suara dasar Laut

sedetik sebelum menemukanmu

indah dan terlihat tenang namun sebenarnya, di dasar sana aku tak senang ingin aku membadai, membinasakan manusia-manusia pinggiran pantai lalu kegelapan merasukiku menenggelamkan jauh ke dasar dal...

Posted by Linda Shierly on December 28, 2020

Puisi Jatuh Cinta

bicara tentang kau

kau adalah terang di antara gelap-gelapnya malam kau adalah hangat di antara dingin-dinginnya hujan seorang yang mendengar kebisuan-kebisuanku seorang yang melihat kebutaan-kebutaanku seseorang yan...

Posted by Linda Shierly on November 26, 2020

Where are You

are you gone?

The mark of your kiss is still attached to me, I feel it’s still close, I still smell you clearly, But now your presence is uncertain; Where are you? I try to follow the shadow of our steps, But I ...

Posted by Linda Shierly on November 1, 2020

Postmarked Tomorrow

A story of love, grief, and the patience of water

I. The Estuary The sea at Saltmere does not retreat so much as withdraw its attention. Twice each day it draws off across the flats in a long grey sigh, leaving the creeks gleaming like the veins ...

Posted by Linda Shierly on October 20, 2020

Sunflower

I was too early to be your last.

Prolog “I want to be the sun for you.” I strum my guitar, singing a beautiful voice that echoes to my ears. From my lips, this golden voice continues to flow, singing a melodious heart song, ...

Posted by Linda Shierly on June 24, 2020

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