(2015)
This is a univocal lipogram poem, where only one vowel is used throughout the poem
#Lipogram #Wind
The little needle spent its life b… Taken out for another ice moon esc… I dubbed it, at my discretion behi… the life-saving, life-changing, Hi… Like a vampire’s fangs biting into…
Do I dare sing of love in the middle of the night? When ghosts of family past stand in my sight? They judge me
The ladder is before you Will you climb? Well of course you will You have the time Those first rungs are easy
I have seen my own death, it isn’t pretty. My face as a corpse is unkempt. It’s ok, I wasn’t perfect. It is strange,
I really wanted to die underneath that heavenly blue sky, and leave behind the tensions and… and float upwards and away from th… No longer called a buffoon,
An echoing melody breezed through… swinging from the tops of green fo… and melted the defenses of the mou… Everything seemed to disappear thi… I was in myself a different way.
dead water and the rising smoke from the desert rocks still to erupt with the fire of love. Perhaps newer. The desire to live life without risk. Hidden. An erect spine Time is timid to ...
If I could pray, I would pray that you all enjoy your lives. Final, but not ultimate, enjoyment of the self and restlessness.
Leap forward the meadow An articulate sound The seams of reality Never glistening, seldom found A life measured by pulse,
The humming of the electrical wire… gently existing outside my window as the birds lay alongside there, napping
Modern day ennui, for the daily malady my true self is hidden, see? Yet Holy Spirit set me free. I am guilt-ridden,
In my mind, a grandmotherly smile. There was before only suffering.… of the quivering mess. No longer willing to run away from the self,
Fragrance of her expression keeps me in rumination. At night, with unconscious and relaxed demeanor, my thoughts– oh my thoughts they thrive.
As I sat on that dark misty cliff… and felt the tips of the ocean bel… lightly on my face, in comfort or… by that sun burst into the world w… The sea beneath my dangling feet r…
Strength of the mighty ocean couldn’t calm existence the pressu… nor violence by which we all measu… Sometimes the only definition of m… Like crossing the Rubicon,