My I
Tasting it lightly, feeling more slightly woozy. Soon we wander outside: look the stars are new, they’ve…
selflessness
III. Sonnets for Dancer
As twenty three years have plainly shown, dressed in habits as mouldy clothes, recession seeks some somberly…
Xeriscaping
What did we lose in those primordial moments tossed in sarmassation, living in a glass house? I…
III. Six Caryatids
Agnyte, like yellowing eyes half- shut-up with jaundiced doubt, I turn back to you as one waif…
II. Six Caryatids
I recall now the moment you glanced me, “Please,” you said it aloud to supplement, I knew…
Love Sonnet 89 – by Pablo Neruda
When I die, I want your hands on my eyes: I want the light and wheat of…