She spoke of magic things and miracles;
The stretch of the sky,
And talked as if she was on her way
To something
Extraordinary,
Beyond the imagination
Of human hearts.
She spoke of magic things and miracles;
The stretch of the sky,
And talked as if she was on her way
To something
Extraordinary,
Beyond the imagination
Of human hearts.
This TragedyI have nothing to give
To the ground
But ashes
And the ground has
Nothing to give
To me
But the trees
Barely feel the wind
Unmoved
By this tragedy… Read MoreLook Around
Absorb the world with your eyes -
the vast display of life and nonlife,
the grand exhibition.
Look around, and see the history
overflowing
from … Read Moreface valueCriticise my imperfect state of mind, and unwind
the woven world of ideals bound, so tightly, around
my naked naivete; view reality through the painfu… Read MoreWhen I want to writeIt sometimes starts with a single word, like 'vacuum', or two, like 'give me' -
not so much a key to a locked door, through which my heart gives and t… Read MoreClose Your EyesClose your eyes and wonder:
Where am I in this darkness?
When nothing else exists, do I?
The people with their eyelids taped open
have snake-eyes th… Read More