Category : Poems

Free fall
    The way you can go isn’t the real way. The name you can say isn’t the real name. Heaven and earth begin in the unnamed: name’s the mother of  . . .
End of summer, 2016
  A Coat BY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS I made my song a coat Covered with embroideries Out of old mythologies From heel to throat; But the fools caught it,  . . .
12, Mai First flowers
  “May the nourishment of the earth be yours, may the clarity of light be yours, may the fluency of the ocean be yours, may the protection of  . . .
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Sensations
Venus,11 July 2014 Sunny beautiful Friday ,in Quebec I am Lilith, slave of no man In the Night, when it is quiet I can hear your whispers Like an owl, I  . . .
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