Transylvanian Lovers

Guest writer Tahimi's poem, "Transylvanian Lovers," in The Elixir. My sweet beloved, your stream of red sustains me in death. I cling to you in the shadows of your dreams. Red rose petals on fresh fallen snow envy the droplets of love that embrace in a crimson river down your ivory slopes and curves.   My darkness …

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the rate of death is directly proportional to the rate of life

Guest writer Tahimi's poem, "the rate of death is directly proportional to the rate of life," in The Elixir. I am 22 years old and hopefully, wistfully, 60 years from death. I used to dream about traveling the globe, stabbing a flag into the tips of the Himalayan mountains, or snorkeling the Great Barrier Reef, a school …

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