Poetry

The Dissonant Void With his robust sprawling bare-feet

Oupa   I bet my dubious shades guide

Golden Eagle Awakened from my dying on the barren hill. I speak my mind, and I am pulled off...

I let it fly away I had a beautiful white balloon once many others before it, had I held...

You Ask Me Why You ask me why I’m quiet. You question my silence And think me indifferent.

The Advent of a New Monsoon The language of our confrontation, Well, there is another million sleeping with dreams...

Readings I know a bird in whose beak I tucked the letter I wrote for you.

Too Close and Too Far Away from Athens I had no vision, so you called me blind easily!

 The Language of Silence   I wake inside

  Silver fans. Light blueflakes. The body lies naked on the mattress. Someone knocks on the door. A shadow....