War Or Peace

Listen To The Children, Please

She Wore Her Beauty

A poem.

She regarded her beauty
From a distance
With a wry humour
Like a worn performer
Of a…

Their Acrimonious Smiles

A Poem

As I open my eyes, 
I see this pandemonium.
The demons dressed in beauty…

Two five seven/ Before&Afterwards

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Remembering Gary Snyder

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I came in early

Where snails go when its dark…

Cuckoo spit on buttercups