A YEAR OF MERCY They have taught us to forgive brothers and other relatives abuse, a broken plate, adultery. With an easy gesture of a white forefinger we take to…
IN HONOUR OF ROBINSON JEFFERS You lived in a holiday house on the Pacific shore            Robinson certainly as a young man you bore the idea…
HOW LATE IT IS How late it is, do you forget! Above the hills there mounts the full moon, mute and pale, a ghostly countenance; cloud-wisps are drawn across the sky,…
UNDERDOG You’ve been and always will be underrated, your best by those above deflated. Your blood their wine, their pearls your sweat, you sansculotte, you slaving…
DARK IT IS Dark it is above me, below me and within, dark throughout the day as dark the night has been, cold it is and raw down to the deep bottom of my soul, and…
:breath: without content: if I am a process criteria of being do not belong to me I am only the deed of accepting if to accept is not to make my own of if…
