Guy Traiber was born and raised in the sweltering middle-east and found love in the cold mountains of the Alps. After a decade of traveling extensively throughout India, South-East Asia & Europe he is now pitched again on the soil of his youth. He studies Sociology & Political Science and Chinese Medicine and finds that they all relate.
His writing has appeared in (very) few good journals and rejected by many well known publications.
He would very much appreciate it if you tell him something -
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► Guy's Origami micro-chapbook & selected poem are available below. Download the single-page micro-chapbook by clicking the title. To read the selected poem, also click on the title.
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Cover: Human Sundial
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{mooblock=Dried Hours}
Time is valueless
in the night, as our bones have no meaning for us in our dying.
If it would have been possible
to gather all the hours I have wasted for nothing, without loving, I would pile them one over the other like the style of a sundial
I would set fire to all those dried hours
and be burned with the towering pillar of love.
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Guy Traiber © 2015
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