Thursday, August 20, 2009

Wednesday, August 19, 2009



The leaves are the ones guiding me
In the forest, there are so many to follow.

Some hang wearily as if
They would like to fall on me.

Others turn upwards so that
I am forced to pull my eyes up.

Still, others are formless.
Motionless. They meditate

On the evening's window as if it were
A mirror. A few die out.

They are not worth talking about.

Thursday, August 13, 2009

Monday, August 3, 2009

Two Poems

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My book of poems "Fragments and a Certainty of Light" is forthcoming!

Saturday, August 1, 2009