Three years ago he could not have foreseen this: billowing cream of curtain, summer’s dream, him poking his head through the window, seeing a caterpillar…
1 CommentThree years ago he could not have foreseen this: billowing cream of curtain, summer’s dream, him poking his head through the window, seeing a caterpillar…
1 CommentWhat was it that peered into him? Its gaze pierced through windows submerged in silence and sleep. It gazed from the silken indigo sky and…
Leave a CommentI want to go blind. So, I don’t have to cry, When I watch TV. For every time I do, My heart breaks in two,…
1 CommentFalling… Falling… Falling… until I wake up to a tidel wave As I am drowning in my tears
Leave a CommentEvery spring, just outside your window, I am unfurling glistening white upon white, and the sparrows that sing and alight on your backyard bough –…
1 CommentThey were habitually with him, by his side, sometimes joining his evening gatherings, sometimes having afternoon coffee or tea with him. When he’d walk out…
Leave a CommentAnonymous One, There is no forgiveness because remorse and regret Have no place in what is, can never thrust Into mystery, like impotent mosquitoes can’t…
Leave a CommentThis life’s not what I wanted, radiance turned distant memory suffusing all of space – not what I wanted, dragged down by envious powers, glory’s…
Leave a CommentSpirit, beauty ineffable, lust once again flaunts its smooth curvatures of dream, invites with seductive eyes, tantalizes with darkened, honeyed words. Is it possible to…
Leave a CommentHe sees the futility of all that once had spurred him on: women’s attention, sex and recognition, the brightness of his works, the brightness of…
Leave a CommentThe restless mind cannot come to Me. Elaborations, complications, seeking the exotic, strange, information-and-idea gluttony, the frequent asking of intellectual questions – erections of more…
Leave a CommentAnonymous One, has my insecurity, fear invented You? Have I walked through the door I myself made, with You but myself magnified, sanctified – and…
Leave a CommentYou turned away from Me, pulled into the dream of duality. Duality pulsated with desire and bore the sexes and erotic fire, bore night and…
Leave a CommentBirds shaped like black marker curves, Fleeting to the very corner of the page, Cause the canson told them a little lie, That when you…
Leave a CommentWeeeell, l guess my baby be sleeping, but even so, l can feel her influence creeping, through my soul, through my soul, through my soo-uul,…
Leave a CommentEquality It’s not just a word, so why do we use it this way? Why do we say “equal rights” and “equal pay” then find…
Leave a CommentThose moments I spent writing, On any Sunday afternoon, I regret I cannot take back. Even though, every Sunday looks beautiful, I do not dare…
Leave a CommentSleep… Sleeping… And suddenly My eyelids close Taking me to the land Where I will kiss you And watch you sleep As I wake up…
Leave a CommentIts a common thing everyone has to experience often in their life. It can be good. Telling someone that the burner is hot or the…
1 CommentYearning for that feeling of intense devotion missing the purity of the highest essence my heart desired I surrounded myself with love with all…
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