To I.F. Have you ever heard them say, that every seven years or so, we are no longer what we used to be? Apparently, some new cells are… Continue reading A Letter in a (Champagne) Bottle
It has become very popular these days to "let go of thought". But I love silence and I love to think.These two had never asked me to choose between them. Poetry is simply my journal of thought. Here is today's entry. Thou Art A broken flower of the world shoved in a glass jar on… Continue reading Poetry as thought
Nothing ever dies And no one is more alive, Than your severe and ironic rhymes. In blind man's darkness I seek my tunnel reddened by distant lights; I don't see the righteous Neither do I look behind. What can I do but advance, Given no light, though gifted a guide. A guide who took me… Continue reading In memoriam J.B.