Literary Iterator |
Sonnet 190A white doe on the green grass appeared to me, with two golden horns,
between two rivers, in the shade of a laurel, when the sun was rising
in the unripe season.
Her look was so sweet and...
Posted by on Wed, 30 Sep 2009 14:54:00 GMT |
The Leaf and the Wind |
September falls with meon this park's bench.I lie in my liesacross its body.It soaksmy thoughts into its being.A fire belowof orange and yellow.A tapestry of refugeto unwind.His arms hide my eyesfrom ...
Posted by on Wed, 17 Dec 2008 21:59:00 GMT |
Lucid |
For so long, everything has been black and white. My mind has been a ten piece picture show. I've been tirelessly searching for something. But I've never known what. How could ...
Posted by on Tue, 29 Apr 2008 22:07:00 GMT |
A swift motion |
A point on the wall before me.I stare.Fixated.Motionless.And all at once, my focus is shaken.As the weight of my head is defeated by gravity,the gravity of deep thought.And crashes into this desk.And ...
Posted by on Mon, 04 Feb 2008 19:11:00 GMT |
love |
the sound of your voicethe movement of your bodymakes my spine tingleand branches a smile so gaudya delicious treatto indulge in the scent of your hairuntil again we meetmy sanity will continue to wea...
Posted by on Sun, 12 Nov 2006 19:49:00 GMT |
modern entertainment |
i sauntered into living room and stumbled upon a the ectoplasm of what appeared to be a man. its not uncommon to find unfamiliar faces in this house these days, but this figure was not like the ...
Posted by on Tue, 03 Oct 2006 19:53:00 GMT |
