Palindrome Poem
You,penetrate emotionsflowing with love andentwined wishes cascading.Souls grappling forever…
There are many things I don’t understand but whether I know these things or not, the sun will rise tomorrow anyway. You got my number and…
“I believe that dreams — day dreams, you know, with your…
This morning I wake uplike Alice. Determinedbats of ideas spring six at a time from my ribcage before…
Call them the sumsof all the liveswe never lived,tales we tell ourselves and othersof fictive worldsmore real than real.
Beauty is momentary in the mind-The fitful tracing of a portal; But in the flesh it is immortal. WS
When is never? EJ
No longer firmly attachedto a particular somewhere,an old man wandersthrough the…
We talk of oak-song dreams,
“Hasta la muerte, todo es vida.”