Help her! – somebody – quick!
That is the rasp of the dying.
She’s lain dormant for ages, and decay lies in her bones –
Complacency seems to be her place of dea...
It was in
the red poppy
that took me down
that lane again
when I’m standing near a corner garden
and the light turns
walk Walk!
the window screams by
but I’m st...
a constellation of hopping hillocks
jetting round with buds
unveiled a prayer—
like an ineffable effusion of fir trees
the scent of a holy breath
sown among the...
the day is yet unripe
and so we clamor to our knees
to beg a little loving light
a little crack of light
to break through the prismed panes
that surround us.
s...
So, lately it seems
I travel less
on that road less travelled,
by the way
because, you see
these dreams of mine
they scatter at the sight of day.
So tell me, p...
Ellen hated using right-handed scissors, and, in fact, carried her own pair of lefties when she came to work so that she could avoid using them, but plans for the display had changed and so she was caught without her pair today.
Locked inside the library of light
A shadow -
Dancing on chapped hands
Flickering against candle shone walls
-beckons me to the window.
“Come near!” it cries,
“...
hold this sadness near your heart
for it is all you have,
as a violet, crushed, run with dew
(I mean the violet, and the word,
for the word signifies the thin...
Behind the radio’s altar light
The hurried talk to God goes on:
Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be done,
Produce our lives beyond this night,
Open our eyes again to ...
sweet wind of eternity
Spirit
lilywhite scent; I have longed to slip
beyond the shores of postmodernity
within your silver halls
to lay me on the naked ground
a...
