Mother Clothed With The Sun
Clothed with a thousand silk-spun sunbeams, You shine down motherhood upon all earth, Twelve twinkling stars adorn your head, and gleams Of moonlight peak between your toes…
Too Bright to See
It’s too dark out now to catch fireflies She sighed, and while not quite right Neither was it, I believe, a childish lie- A cast line, rather,…
Simon-Peter
“From thy boat I called thee, Two natures do I see, Peter the saint; Simon the sinner. Ah, but which shall be the winner? Simon, son of…
Prelude to a Fantasy
Startled, my body quivering, My entrails shook. My palms drenched in sweat, I touched my face. No doubt, it was I. I am certain it was I…
Three Literary Limericks
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock The world, both within and without, creates ontological doubt. The women chitchat. Is that fog or a cat? And what…
Memory Lane
Memory Lane is where I live, it’s my home, but you’ll never find me there. That address, and that one, and that one, too, have long ago…
Animals of the City
Behold the fox. Foraging nature blurred, Brief ouroboros furred, Redness that flows as if bled, Winter at either end, One each to tickle and rend, Slender And…
The Last Passenger
In the cave, the grave you lie, acquainting yourself with linen, with cold stone, with cobwebs with dark, dusty silence, with grief the bedfellows of the dead…
The Bowl of Kumquats
There it sits, on the counter by the sink, a bowl of kumquats, each an owl’s eye, staring into me with equal measures judgment and innocence. I…
A Minor Directive
Drifting into its original rage, the squalor of an unbegotten age breeds banishment, abandon, and decay: evolution with a view to dismay and to persist in its…
How to Look
When a man truly perceiveth and considereth himself, … he doth not grieve over his sufferings, for they are right in his eyes, and he hath nothing…
Love it returns
By the way why this heron is walking in a slow motion Slowly looking like a lapwing playing hopscotch Gossmer’s silver slides a beetle Life isn’t easy,…