Month: November 2016

Opal Pool

The roads are so young Where old mines have been forgotten. They stumble through the forest Uneven, full of ruts, washouts. Men have come with tools Left them, returned with better. Implements that shine silver Rust resistant, until rains never stop. The goal is…


Tuned into the silent bloom Of thought….. caught Inside an act of noise Inside the caress of the orchid Inside the rejection of the hyacinth Lovers’ insomnia, a midnight language Speaks to us in a dead lip sync, Which is a haunting by voice…

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