Five A.M. – Lucy (of Lucy’s Works)

my own deathvineyards of moons,a shallow depthof the sea, Venus sinks,I drowned and criedin my sleep, died like the ocean,born in splitminds,like the magentaof mother’s womb; a vortex of nothingfair and bonyfor the ghostof mine does not grieve these amputations of mind;absence of the moon’s bare-bones, I see the lizard limbsof the moonrise as IContinue reading “Five A.M. – Lucy (of Lucy’s Works)”

Switch —M S Jadeli

They wait for me beyond the door To steal from me my somber scene To play in hue and nothing more They dot my view with rose and green The peonies, new on the scene A princely frog kerplunks in ditch From gloom to bright, a magic switch Read more —MSJadeli @ Tao Talk EverContinue reading “Switch —M S Jadeli”