Category Archives: Poetry

This laboring through what is still undone, as though, legs bound, we hobbled along the way, is like the akward walking of the swan. And dying-to let go, no longer feel the solid ground we stand on every day- is … Continue reading →

Lord: it is time. The summer was immense. Let thine shadows upon the sundials fall, and unleash the winds upon the open fields. Command the last fruits into fullness; give them just two more ripe, southern days, urge them into … Continue reading →

  After a hundred years Nobody knows the Place Agony that enacted there Motionless as Peace Weeds triumphant ranged Strangers strolled and spelled At the lone Orthography Of the Elder Dead Winds of Summer Fields Recollect the way— Instinct picking … Continue reading →

I had no time to hate, because – She is declared that she had no time to hate because life is to shory The grave would hinder me, – I will not remember this hate after I die And life … Continue reading →