When I was thirty I once ate the moon for dinner. I was a butterfly then, still half connected to my cocoon, left wing ripped, hanging on by its last thread, the other compensating. Doctors never cured me, so I... Continue Reading →
Little Vanishings At times I angle myself to make myself less clear to make this plane vapour Somehow I end up being a subservient bout of a masquerade Wounds are considered art so I water my wounds invariably Sooner or... Continue Reading →
Beat of the Soul I watch I wait I listen For the sound of the heavens Moving and spooling Over the shadows of the universe I watch I wait I listen For the call of destiny Watching and guiding The... Continue Reading →
Security While we're talking about war and drones drifting over the sand, there's a click on the line and you say, oh they're listening. I wish they could see my green orchid turning its face to the shade and the... Continue Reading →
I'll Count A Few of the Sands of Time Winter dark shuts tight Across the causeway That joins the town And beach of the same name— A narrow strip Into the gulf. Raining hard Across the small balcony And later... Continue Reading →
Glass Jar World I am afloat no eyes, no touch in this senseless cadaverous world. Dreams dissipated, vapid despair. I am afloat gasping in this fragile world. A glass shard, in your no-touch world. About the Poet: Lillian... Continue Reading →
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