Ode to Gratitude Thanks to the word that gives thanks. Thanks to the gratitude for how excellently the word melts snow or iron. The planet seemed full of threats until soft as a translucent feather,… Continue Reading
The morning after / my death The morning after my death we will sit in cafés but I will not be there I will not be * There was the great death of birds the… Continue Reading
Fame is a fickle food Fame is a fickle foodUpon a shifting plateWhose table once aGuest but notThe second time is setWhose crumbs the crows inspectAnd with ironic cawFlap past it to theFarmer’s cornMen eat… Continue Reading
Alone Lying, thinking Last night How to find my soul a home Where water is not thirsty And bread loaf is not stone I came up with one thing And I don’t believe I’m wrong… Continue Reading