Back among the Hebrews In the holy days of old Things went differently than Perhaps we have been told…
Only if I’d known Of the tales of the numb The places the blind man foresaw Maybe I could have had a story to tell Only if I’d known Of the melody of snow drops…
Woe to the beast Who finds pleasure in devouring Young female fruits Woe to the beast Who enjoys screams and cries From a vulnerable voice Woe to the beast Who beats his companion While his…
For no more than the pleasant price Of a few questions — in a trice — I donate, to the hungry, rice!
And that is how the dawn comes To a dark night of the soul We realize the exercise Intended was to make us whole…
The truth is: Any time created is, Be it but the most fleeting moment passed, Of love, of grace, of beauty, peace or bliss Such must itself a victory be classed…
God bless those people! They gave back to me What ghostly I had never thought they could Who more invisible each morning be: They gave this person back her personhood
