uneori frânturi de poeme se cristalizează pe nesimțite într-un zumzet d-alb desprins sau cuprins din sau în muzica inefabilă a sferelor ca un time-lapse sublim al deschiderii unei flori sau al fugii de nori dar cine are timp să se oprească în loc să tacă apoi să asculte privind cu gura căscată prin țesătura subțiată … Continuă lectura Uneori frânturi

I have eluded you for so long ever since I met you I think when the quiet hours seemed to stretch into the night expanding along with the indefinite awaiting I would do anything to cover your face your eyes but most of all your mouth which kept breathing my air in and out at … Continuă lectura My teacher

you have looked on me with a crooked face in a blatant expression of disgust through a shattered and dirty glass curiously ridiculously divided against itself you've focused on stray bits rather than the wholeness of the whole despising what was for what was not nor was ever meant to be you have pushed me … Continuă lectura Wired for survival

don’t look at the deceitful fine lines that still thankfully vanish under the gentle waves of dim electric light in the melancholy night don’t look at the treacherous gray hairs sometimes invisible but insidiously hidden among the faithful don’t look at the no longer as smooth skin of my hands searching for signs of the … Continuă lectura Don’t look