HUMBLE AT THE HEART

Humble at the heart of this landscape, this dreamscape I’m training through, I’m taken by its blossoming breast; forests firing up like volcanos that have shun their rest, luscious leaves of lava sweep through cities, for man has no control over the mountain just as nature has no defence against the molten flame, as fiery […]

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IN THE SEOUL

This city does not sleep, the wind is as wistful as thoughts I cannot gather, here on this sojourn to the south of Seoul. Horns honk along highways to wake drivers out of day dreams the night cannot decipher so we buckle up and giggle briefly in back seats but I cannot see those space […]

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THE SCENTED ROAD

The 30th poem on the 30th day of April for National Poetry Writing Month   And on runs the road, rushing in rings around us, faster than feet can find footing,  brisker than bodies can breath,  holds lost in the hustle and hurry, securities slipping by the sidelines, hearts hurtling off into hills  parted and […]

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REDUCING HIS REPUBLIC TO A PUPPY

  We’re designed by definitions and, by definition, ill designed. We call ourselves a Society, a sect of superiors, (selfish, salivating and sexed up) a body of brutish beings, complex communities searching for beauties in platitudes, pondering Paradise and placing Plato as a pet name for puppies, naval gazing into our own Nirvana while we […]

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