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We are the sea
I saw the strangest thing—
a wave crashing in the middle of Cheapside.
It foamed in glassy shards
They walked the pavements trapped
inside gemstone bodies.
I heard the pull of the sea
in their reflections.
They cracked as the day
grew older and scrambled
to give street’s corners
their name
They melted in the sea
as new shards rose
for their breath.
I caught one
framed in my mirror,
its brown eyes—I tell you—
shards
In them the sea—
Opened
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Bent by the laws of your physique
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Reality is an erasure
" The second law of thermo-linguistics states that nothing is ever written, nothing is ever erased all is translated "
- 1. Reality is an Erasure PoemRead →
- 2. A thousand years from nowRead →
- 3. Elsewhere burnsRead →
- 4. The Infinity Mirror Looks BackRead →
- 5. Is an Olive worth a poem?Read →
- 6. Bent by the laws of your physiqueRead →
- 7. Do not speak, the storm is coming on a stringRead →
- 8. She moves me and the universeRead →
- 9. Dream walkerRead →
- 10. I close my eyes and seeRead →
- 11. In praise of shadowsRead →
- 12. There are no rivers that redRead →
- 13. Hands and feet between digitsRead →
London has Names
I wanted to find the names of this anonymous city. In cafés, a Dr Marten’s shop, a bookshop, my neighbour and more. People that inspired me to write about and around them.
- 1. Carlos Got Hit by a Metaphor and Didn’t Feel a ThingRead →
- 2. Just like tigers, roses flyRead →
- 3. A Word the Size of JupiterRead →
- 4. Lemon blazes blackRead →
- 5. Sebastian is not from hereRead →
- 6. Isis is the name of a windRead →
- 7. Erica is a doctor who got sickRead →
- 8. Seb ‘s twin brother daydreamsRead →
- 9. Tariq is feeling the pressureRead →
- 10. The path to Hanna’s houseRead →
Seasons of the sea
- 1. The horse runs like the seaRead →
- 2. Ferry’ SongRead →
- 7. We are the seaRead →
The poetry of windows
- 1. Window poetryRead →
- 2. October PoemRead →
- 3. November PoemRead →
About Me
My name is Hakim. I write poetry weaving physics, people, the existential question and the odd pun.
I’ve lived in Deptford, London for the last sixteen years and was born in Grenoble. I’m a fan of Mahmoud Darwish, and to a lesser extent Desnos and Valéry.
I’m exploring how AI—tools of mass automation—can be used creatively to generate music from poetry. I’m also a keen runner, since no one is asking.
— Hakim
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