What was that flash of love,that gash above.
On Dante’s purgatory
You wouldn’t believethe verse I wrote in my mind.Just now — that you wouldn’t believe,that I didn’t believe.That I can’t now remember.Do…
This! — the meaningof the universe.
Watch! How she plays.Tulip fingers redirectingthis watery bath, the coolof time passing her by.
A triplet haiku on the beginning and the end
עָשָֽׁן׃ a·shan
of forgettingof unknowingof witnessesof smokeof the templeof transfigurationof ascensionof…
It’s nearly thereapproaching quiet, stillness.Almost at the edge of chaos.From beneath a storm dimly lit.