Of nineteen thirty-four
The motor car is always a thing of darkness, In the sun and lighted roads of day And in the luminous gas at night though
1y ago
The Old Man
After cremation everyone returned To their respective destination. The neighborhood was desolate
1y ago
A Poem
A ferocious heat induced meditation And the world was blurred in a haze The streets were torrid cauldrons On which the pedestrians baked.
5y ago
July 31, 2023
Of nineteen thirty-four
The motor car is always a thing of darkness, In the sun and lighted roads of day And in the luminous gas at night though
November 12, 2022
The Female Companion
Not so easy to assure someone
November 12, 2022
The Old Man
After cremation everyone returned To their respective destination. The neighborhood was desolate
February 8, 2020
Old Friendship
Old friendship like cold tea waits at your side
August 31, 2019
Two Poems
I was led to delusion,
May 18, 2019
A Poem
A ferocious heat induced meditation And the world was blurred in a haze The streets were torrid cauldrons On which the pedestrians baked.
April 6, 2019
Two Poems
Autumn leaves are seasoned
January 19, 2019
Ancestral Home
When my ancestral home
December 8, 2018
TWO POEMS
Butterflies flit, turn and flutter
October 13, 2018
TWO POEMS
What's the point in counting years, While the intensities are wasted, In bickering, fame and money matters?
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