by Federico Ferrario Then we had been forgotten. The tide came and went with the strength of millions of lives. On breaking, it consumed the land and sent up the first chimneys blackening the windows and the …
Tag: poems
Darkness
Light plays over me A gentle touch Luscious Succulent Inadequate Is it possible to be both A sprite Born of sun And a creature of the night Dark blood surging Can one have A heart of gold …
April is the Cruelest Month
Those of you who follow me on a somewhat regular basis know that I am slightly obsessed with T.S. Eliot. Okay, maybe more than slightly. Like all things that I find myself fascinated with, Eliot has become …
Tibetan Lemonade 