Life is given to us, we earn it by giving it. Let the dead have the immortality… but the living the immortality of… Life’s errors cry for the merciful…
Nyx’s kind of day goddess Nyx’s night in daylight bewildering... glow in the dark sk… goosebumpy how nature nefariously interwoven
Look, the trees are turning their own bodies into pillars of light,
My man is Black Golden Amber Cha… Warm mouths of Brandy Fine Cautious sunlight on a patterned r… Coughing laughter, rocked on a whi… Graceful turns on woolen stilts S…
More and more frequently the edges of me dissolve and I become a wish to assimilate the world, in… you, if possible through the skin like a cool plant’s tricks with ox…
Photographs Photographs are magical. Fleeting, Moments are, Fade, Memories do, Flow, Sands of Time will,
My work is loving the world. Here the sunflowers, there the hum… equal seekers of sweetness. Here the quickening yeast; there t… Here the clam deep in the speckled…
“O who can ever gaze his fill,” Farmer and fisherman say, “On native shore and local hill, Grudge aching limb or callus on th… Father, grandfather stood upon thi…
A shilling life will give you all… How Father beat him, how he ran a… What were the struggles of his you… Made him the greatest figure of hi… Of how he fought, fished, hunted,…
My mistress’ eyes are nothing like… Coral is far more red than her lip… If snow be white, why then her bre… If hairs be wires, black wires gro… I have seen roses damasked, red an…
STRANGERS drawn from the ends… I was Lord of the Inca race, and… Under the stars beyond our stars w… Hotly we stormed Valhalla, a mill… Ever 'neath high Valhalla Hall th…
Being told I would be expected to talk here, I inquired what sort of talk I ought to make. They said it should be something suitable to youth-something didactic, instructive, or somethi...
Mothers back in God’s garden Continue to heal with gratitude loving your Mom Nourish the spirit she gave you in her womb...
Courage isn’t a brilliant dash, A daring deed in a moment’s flash; It isn’t an instantaneous thing Born of despair with a sudden spri… It isn’t a creature of flickered h…
If I were called in To construct a religion I should make use of water. Going to church Would entail a fording
When my dreams showed signs of becoming politically correct no unruly images escaping beyond borders
Once I am sure there’s nothing go… I step inside, letting the door th… Another church: matting, seats, an… And little books; sprawlings of fl… For Sunday, brownish now; some br…
Happy ye leaves when as those lill… Which hold my life in their dead d… Shall handle you and hold in loves… Lyke captives trembling at the vic… And happy lines, on which with sta…
This is what happened the dead were settling in under th… and something was shuffling overhe… it was a badger treading on the th… bewildered were the dead
Some say love’s a little boy, And some say it’s a bird, Some say it makes the world go aro… Some say that’s absurd, And when I asked the man next—doo…
Don’t bother me. I’ve just been born. The butterfly’s loping flight carries it through the country of…
We have no prairies To slice a big sun at evening— Everywhere the eye concedes to Encrouching horizon, Is wooed into the cyclops’ eye
Abulgualid Muhámmad Ibn-Ahmad ibn-Muhámmad ibn-Rushd (un siglo tardaría ese largo nombre en llegar a Averroes, pasando por Benraist y por Avenryz, y aun por Aben-Rassad y Filius Rosadis...
Let me tell you a little story About Miss Edith Gee; She lived in Clevedon Terrace At number 83. She’d a slight squint in her left…
When death comes like the hungry bear in autumn; when death comes and takes all the… to buy me, and snaps the purse shu… when death comes
The trees are coming into leaf Like something almost being said; The recent buds relax and spread, Their greenness is a kind of grief… Is it that they are born again
In that country the animals have the faces of people: the ceremonial cats possessing the streets the fox run
Fighting Struggling Achieving Empowering Manifesting
Grey haunted eyes, absent-mindedly… From wide, uneven orbits; one brow… Somewhat over the eye Because of a missile fragment stil… Skin-deep, as a foolish record of…
On a summer morning I sat down on a hillside to think about God – a worthy pastime.