A Woman Named L.
A woman named L. Read the book of M. In something less than a house− A stranger’s strange medicine. Despite her scorn, For the word well-worn, The book on...
A woman named L. Read the book of M. In something less than a house− A stranger’s strange medicine. Despite her scorn, For the word well-worn, The book on...
My child lovingly fashioned a silhouette from dream fragments and broken trances, and wistful moments on a park bench tottering, and behind bars crookedly drawn...
Trees and a cool breeze and the damp, pungent odor of summer just begun. Diaphanous noon rays burst here and there through a canopy of green, rustling leaves. M...
Out there. Just beyond touch, but close enough to see, she sits upon a raft drifting farther out into the broad ocean. Amber moonlight casts her long, undulatin...
The son knelt beside his dying mother. He held her hand and stroked her hair, and tears fell from his face. A silver necklace hung around her neck with a silver...
My father, the past. My son, what will be. My spirit, the eternal now. The father forgives, So that the son may yet live Without the burden of folly.
How I wish To reach back in time And stay the hand That pulls the card That topples the house … A house I truly loved. If only I had known The tears IR...
An edifice of stone crumbles into sand. The human heart fails to beat (the drummer fallen) And God the soul becomes, Like a drop of rain falling into a fathomle...
We dallied in the secret garden, Our sitting legs variously crossed and uncomposed. And our children played. My child. And yours. Naked essence unaware, Of the ...