Friends Within The Darkness
I can remember starving in a
small room in a strange city
shades pulled down, listening to
classical music
Lullaby
Individual beauty from
Thoughtful children, and the grave
Proves the child ephemeral:
But in my arms till break of day
Let the living creature lie,
Mortal, guilty, but to me
The entirely beautiful.
A Century Later
The school-bell is a call to battle, every step to class, a step into the firing-line. Here is the target, fine skin at the temple, cheek still rounded from being fifteen. Surrendered, surrounded, she takes the bullet in the head and walks on. The missile cuts a...
The Guest House
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.
I definitely should have said something
that moment our eyes met just walking down the street. there’s no emoji for it, nor an app that can deliver it to your door (traffic contingent within 30 minutes or your money back) that moment our eyes met just finding a seat on the bus. watching the mediocrity...