Poetry by Sam Vaknin #2

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I can’t get enough of Sam’s poetry. It takes me to a dark and desolate place, but it also draws me in. I can’t read too much of it at a time. When it comes to Vaknin, tiny nibbles are better for you than large gulps.

Cutting to Existence

In the Concentration Camp called Home

Prowling

When You Wake the Morning

Selfdream

A Hundred Children

Snowflake Haiku

Getting Old

There’s more of his poetry here: http://samvak.tripod.com/contents.html

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