Angels come with rain Angels come with rain. The ashes in their voice -noise in the midst of silence- rain on homes and street corners. A young woman, bright green eyes and in love with the world sees beauty in…
BLUE ROSE I love what you love – A poem, to be precise. My tongue lacks eloquence And so, to be concise… I saw a blue rose – I remembered your hand Touch roses that turned blue And your fingers…
GREECE, A MOPED Greece travels at forty MPH like a moped along the coastal road. The highest possible speed coincides with the potential of an enamoured look. To record, to relish, to recall the light’s slightest deviations, the sea’s rolling,…
Whetted Paths (since my feet will not walk on anything else) I look for you like a needle in a haystack like an iced plane on a melting island in which I could put a polar bear so that it…
New York In a horizontal mirror of the straightened bay the points of an angular city stabbing directly into the starry sky. In the glittering sea of lamps flirtatious flitting boats tremble marvellously on your agitated legs swimming in the…
When the night falls she escapes She locks the cage carefully and leaves ………………….She wonders what she has forgotten ………………….She locks away and leaves ………………….Maybe the light is on ………………….Maybe the door is open ………………….Maybe the day after today ………………….Maybe…
Poems from the sunset They will bring you dark and bitter chalices They will name you with words of steel They will play with your sanity and your dreams They, the unspeakable beings without time will search your name in…
