Or, Lazy Mary Jane II, Electric Boogaloo
QUANTUM LITURGY
Poem
November is not November without a sigh
.
Should I get older
Thanks to Vaishali Paliwal for the prompt “Snow Globe”
a poem
When I dab the brush in the colours I know it’s my time,when I am looking at the sky I am waiting for the…
I straddle a sheer peakbetween what lies behind meand what ahead.Between them, me, on that razor’s marginthe Presentand what an odd gift it…
When I was five years old,
Time, he called
“I am before!”