Walls of Serenity “Take my hand” he says pulling back golden threads of wisdom hanging swiftly from an unseen ceiling Walls of serenity closes in on me as I feel the soft skin of his palm pressing against mine ... Continue Reading →
My minimalized uterus A tower ahead steering me towards the dead A little shuttle locks the path I am dying here Sitting wealthy in the airport’s waiting area I will bleed to death Leaving nothing but my minimalized ++++++++++uterus ... Continue Reading →
Going home going home following a path written by parallel lines of scented pinkish flowers another galaxy above ours small oriental boats floating on the river of despair I sit on the edge letting my bare feet float along and... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 