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Delayed Death Hurry up! Come sharp ! The sun is ready to rise up. Flowers in the garden have taken dew bath and wait for blooming! Drowsy stars can’t keep their eyes open any more ! Birds are restless in … Continue reading →

The storm was unexpected New Yorkers swept inside by snow. In 4B a woman bathes her lover careful not to wet his broken hand. The Egyptian newlyweds living in the building’s only studio give their dream children names underneath a … Continue reading →

Polaris and the Southern Cross and Venus in the western sky who call the star who leads our way along the path and do they weep oh should they weep and do they weep our lapse to see the careless … Continue reading →

Bellow the station, your arch stands as neon vitral as I left it, I bet Marking your place Your best friend on your right Your lover on your left You would give me your food anytime I would give you … Continue reading →

Yesterday I… Yesterday I… Gave up my life again like (night fall off) like every night (last night) I thought I was sorry I wish I was sorry So I say, and Trust me Trust me Imbibe my truth Become … Continue reading →

I forgot how you tasted The day your ship left my shore, Only the rage of the waves Reminds me. I waited with arms wide-spread, Legs tingling, The imprint of your touch Still longing… Even the strong wind That tore … Continue reading →

Who will read my verses? Who from all of you? Who will ever find on them such depth, The depth only I feel, The depth where I dive, swim and adrift? For to meet one deepest secret, Ask them only … Continue reading →

Rather an odd quirk of Death, Whom few would call a friend, That it persists as near as breath In loyalty without end. But with this friend we hesitate, Uncertain of its touch. We do not stop for Death nor … Continue reading →

Before I read Lorca My words were blunt swords for Slicing rotted wood Constructing Rackety trellises To fortify Pathetic castles of sand Praying never the waves Or even harsh winds Ascend to my feeble heights Where from above with disdain … Continue reading →

How do I introduce a poem? Let me count the ways. One. With dramatic flourish, commanding voice accompanied by a flurry of trumpets, a clash of cymbals, or should I say symbolism… I step into the spotlight and proclaim… Ladies … Continue reading →