In the White Noise of Elegy
...Her pale face is voided antiquity,
a paper-thin line
fallen fresh
from flowery fallacy
to hardwood floor, coiled
cold & blue in landing;
words, like little
droplets of April rain,
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Categories:
hemerocallis, death, father daughter,
Form: Free verse
Digiti Minimi
...Digiti minimi
We only see the log in their occuli
And rain arrows at our enemies
God does not play dice!
Lame we lay inordinati
Like holidays on a Sunday
Unknown in my modus operandi
Since I a...
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Categories:
hemerocallis, beauty,
Form: Narrative