Black fields of burningthe shade of when the flame goes outClosed lids pried…
A large stone building lay in front of him, surrounded by thorny fences and the only entrance flanked by guards. He could never make it…
In its wide-eyed youth,the last sunflower had followedthe bright star’s steady arcacross the open-ended…
“I’ve done it. I’ve done it! I’ve done!!”
The sun was setting, the park got quieter, and I grew calmer. An evening walk always helps. I settled down comfortably at one of the lonely…
In the itchy hazeof half-spentafternoonshe’s splayedon grass;a flaccid balloondizzy in the droneof hissingcicadaswishing…
It cuts like a daggerthrough my throatI thinkabout somethinggoingin a paradoxical…
Puya Raimondi
Salvos echo in the mute, grey morning
Keeper of the flameiridescent sparks escapeignite the forest