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poems from Istvan Markan(imarkanx) -> muses dwell inside my head, whispering words I cannot dispel.

Newsletter · By imarkanx || istvan markan 🍁 · English · Official site

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Sep 30, 2026
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Sep 6, 2026

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  1. Issue · Sep 30, 2026

    Leaf Fall (opens the original)

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    shebudded& grewturning red& blewelsewhereshe flew

  2. Issue · Sep 29, 2026

    Impact (opens the original)

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    the lover of wordscan never tellthe readerwhat she must think;the maker of poemscan only exposethe imagined essenceof himselfand not the rippleshe leavestrailing behindcarelessly markinghis passingThanks for reading imarkanx! This post is public so feel free to share it.Share</s

  3. Issue · Sep 28, 2026

    Barely (opens the original)

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    You said,“Come for tea.”I agreed,heartily.Seated,on the love seat,sipping jasmine tea,so close,every sensespawning new memory,warmth from our forearmsbarely touching,arcing acrossthe vanishing spacehumming between useverything stillunsaid.And in that silence,we linger aware,waiting for somethingmoreto unfold.Thanks for reading imarkanx! This post is public so feel free to share it.<p class="b

  4. Issue · Sep 27, 2026

    Reek (opens the original)

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    maggot strewnrotting fishfesteringbeneath slickbroiling heatgut wrenchingcompulsiverevulsionroiling upclenchingwrenchingretchingstench.A poem less about rotting fish and more aptly about my poetry. It’s called an analogy. Yeah, it stinks. Thanks for reading imarkanx! This post is public so feel free to share it.<a class="button primary" href="https://imarkanx.substack.com/p/reek?utm_source=subs

  5. Issue · Sep 26, 2026

    Hate Poems from my Cat (opens the original)

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    Empty Food BowlI sits and I awaitswith nary a complaintas I perish and wastetill I grow faintmy bowl it lies emptymy water gone stalemy human neglectfulmy future most frailWalking in the door at midnight Pushy cat pushy cat scurrying insadly demanding Where oh where have you been? The water is tepid, this bowl has a bottomNow sadly exposedAnd you good sir are late with my din-dinSquares are clearly for only my bumsquares are for sittingcircles are for lyingboxes are fo

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