Snowy Path
On the snowy path there’s nothing, only silence, no love, no hate, nothing that reminds us of what was, what will come, was it warm, will it burn… On the snowy path there’s nothing...
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Smoke And Snowstorms
Poem Smoke and snowstorms fill the night Blustering and blizzarding, gloomy grey, The icy cloud-dust wraps the world in white. Morning comes; I wake in the light of day. Smoke and snowstorms Are...
In The Land of Promise
In the Land of Promise. This life of mine runs amuck, With water filled lungs And a wavering heart. Trouble was about me. The gossip was, let him sink. Oh, my dear, Precious you...
Mechanical
Poem Grey screen goes blank promptly at 14:10 I walk past three pink stalls into the fourth where I hang up my coat pull my scarf and shirt over head careful not to strangle in wires....
Ode to Bacon
Art Poem Those faces, blurred and smudged as if an artist’s finger had passed over the surface of the paper. What horrors lurk inside your psyche so that you see the world in...
Explosions In The Pen
Poem Bring me salvation in the pen. In well wishes scribbled out On the back of leftover napkins. Watch the ink blot out Radiant explosions. The letters may never say What we hoped....
