Letter LINepal, 25 April 2015 Dear Mother, I hope you will be…erm…okay. I guess?This will be a different letter from the previous ones.They cannot be ….
Category: Poetry
She looked at you, then turnedAway. Looked deep into your eyes as though she had something toSay; unleash the secrets growing insideHer delicate mind: a ….
You forget All that has come before The pain – the hatred – the war They close your mind with an iron curtain Inside a ….
I – The Weeds of War My grandfather would tell time by which way A dandelion’s seeds would fall in the wind. Time is almost ….
Take your eyes from my tunic. They won’t flicker looking into mine. I owe moments, ageless ones, but never blind. Glance over a shoulder, musing ….
To make another return, as a seething mercenary to the way of the world,for the beauty on the ceiling.Mirrored by typical words,a word contains its ….
A HAND IN THE AIR, FLAILING. HOLDING A ‘V’ IN THE SKY AS A SIGN OF HOPE. THE WHITE HANDS OF POWER DANCING IN THE ….
Descend downstream: where blurred voices peek through spaces in razor grass stands. To try out contentment not yet taught to cheat. We were already ….
A dying leafon a dying twigon a dying branchon a dying treein a dying forest burnt downby the now dying firestears of merciful skiesbring relief ….
On these afternoons,I want to makea crowd of well-wishersrecognize me.Take The Canarsie Lineto Houston and Delancey:then pass the killing door.To hear the awful noiseof those ….