Memory
I follow a vague memory. at the age of three, scribbling in my father’s cigarette pack. The letters were not…
Category: poems in english
flashback
Floating to unnumbered shapings, I sometimes lose my own voice, until somewhere, something reminds me of the pathway to…
balcony
So relaxed on a balcony like the air from the mountains a decision was made, a decision by rational routes…
en route
Love is naked and we are always fully clothed power and mystery which the darkness transforms to mingled death and…