after the door was open they had lived ajar and happy, the fresh air stayed fresh for a bit, but the house got stagnant after the inhabitants were found out to be people instead of eternal mysteries, and its not as fun when everything’s definite; there should have been a mirror in the foyer, that… Read More Demystify
I found it strange that you would paint such things, Niccolo Quaratesi said you weren’t quite truthful about the way you behaved, You thought you knew the events unfolding before your eyes, You thought that life would cut you some true self-reliant processes as you stay aware of what seems untrue, You were far too… Read More To Michelangelo
Cinderella, we implore you, heed the words that transform in you as we speak, Your wonderful lies have left us all struck, thronged in terrible throws on unwavering wrongs, You have left us moved, belittled in the sight of our own eyes, Not measuring up to your inadequacy, longing after your irrelevancy, In our hearts… Read More To Cinderella ..
It is after all sequential that I exist in this form, Find love that will not conform, Love that will trust the process of finding peace, Finding whatever it is that can be found, Love that exists purely upon its own decision to love me, Whether unworthy my heart may feel, It feels well today… Read More In Progress
Suzanne Gardinier, 1961 Got your message, here in the letter you didn’t write: burned, with a forbidden seal, marking the burial site of what has neither voice nor definition, what has no face, no peace, no place to sleep, a whisper in which I can’t [inaudible] —what the sea doesn’t say, whispering, every night, and… Read More Stammering translated sonnet in which the poet sends the rains of Havana to her love in New York