Category: Poems

To know love is what life is all about. To be in love is to process something what is beyong…

no one leaves home unless home is the mouth of a shark you only run for the border when you…

Men call you “dark.” What factory then blurred the light Of golden suns, when nothing blacker than the shades Of…

Rough swarthy Gipsy folk, Would that my voice could once forget to falter, And sing a song as free as…

Call the roller of big cigars, The muscular one, and bid him whip In kitchen cups concupiscent curds. Let the…

Had I the heaven’s embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark…