On the second day of a new year
This Monday morning a persistent drizzle glazed the cold streets with ice, and just like the last year ended daylight stays elusive behind burdensome clouds like last year’s missiles and […]
Category Archives: poetry
At winter solstice
Dressed in icicles, winterin my bearda sickle-moon aboveand spruces dressed in snowtells me maybe, deathwill wait another year. Zen poetry with Grace at dVerse. I have always held the belief […]
Beyond darkness
Closer to the winter solsticewhen darkness chokes mewith his mucous fingers,hugs me closer to despairI remember summer nightswhen lady sun excused herselfto wrap herself in Cotton-candyclouds to briefly nap before […]
Ambiguity
A Truth may flourish if it’s nourished wellto free your mind, but if Truths so taughtare turned to songs of arms or sacred spells.They may kindle blaze in crowds, bespotthe […]
When it’s over
If we make it through Decemberthrough the blackouts from a failingpower grid, through bombardmentsand the drinking water trappedunder ice, when we can forgetthe scavengers,the neighbor-lootersthe pilfering rapiststhe hounds of winter,the […]
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