Dragon Bile |
The old foreign soil has long nowbeen an outcry of blood:
The enemies lay in whatever is left,burnt into the roadsidesby a fire larger than death:
We are the mothers of the world,and we are the father...
Posted by La Vita Nuova on Tue, 02 Jan 2007 02:54:00 PST |
Noah |
Popsicles and Christmas songs are for children. The early dawn of brittle leaves and icy grass, the way the sun lays flowers across the lawn (dandelion seedlings to blow and the breath of seven years,...
Posted by La Vita Nuova on Tue, 02 Jan 2007 08:46:00 PST |
Unread Poems |
Children of an Idle Brain
Children of an Idle Brain
"Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace! Thou talk'st of nothing.
True, I talk of dreams, which are the children of an idle brain, begot of nothi...
Posted by La Vita Nuova on Sun, 03 Dec 2006 08:50:00 PST |
