Untitled (Last year’s resolutions)
I crumble papers with last year’s resolutions waived — still waiting for re-cycling (or to be left in parentheses) like the bullet point un- punctuated… or poems partly written. I […]
Category Archives: poetry
An end to boredom
This war will end an ordinary day just as it started once, like weather didn’t change a lot that day we never noticed our transition into war. I think it […]
The magi left behind
He had heard about a star but had drawn the blinds, cause only candle lights could kiss the pages of his precious books. The aged librarian is deaf to every […]
Calling kettle black
How come that sins are single slips of skin and not the iron fists of armored men? How come that honor comes from swords and not from words we carve […]
Untitled (waiting for metaphors)
The aged librarian collects ideals: he’s saving fragments, bulbs and seeds of scribbled shorthand, notes and antidotes. He shuffles words and stanzas tries to set them juxtaposed against his memory […]
