letter, life, soul

LETTER TO BLiSHÉ

  Dear Blishé, And I can foresee future. I am telling you, I can foresee. I see myself and you, Blishé, holding hands and walking in the forest, deep and wild, full of sins and blessings. We walk together in that Garden of Eden. We create an Ultimate Love. There is no one looking down… Continue reading LETTER TO BLiSHÉ

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poetry, politics

THE UNTiTLED

And he no longer stares through the window at the herd or the gang that passes below his house, daily. The dogs are a lot more now, everywhere there is the smell of piss and excretion and among them is the howl, a howl that can be heard but does not register to the head,… Continue reading THE UNTiTLED