Friday, October 8, 2021

The Cloth

When night is strung like black cloaks

hanging between the lamp posts

daylight is like white towels and their pristine

clean rectangles.




at

Featured Post

Puckered, Pampered, Pacified

Pacified for now, the heart of my jewels shines Opened for now, the treasure trunk dusty genie lamps heave wishes Closed for now, the door t...

  • Submarine
    I am the asterisk, the amplifier I am the ambulance, the town crier I am the asterisk, I am the amplifier I am the am the attitude, I am the...
  • The Kitchen Floor
    During the war  we slept  on the kitchen floor with jackets for blankets we used corn for rice and beans for pepper we used sand for paper d...