Poems about love

Between the Will and Attention

The mind is a little crow, a double sided sword, where will and attention play, while agape feeds...

We are drops of rain in an ever expanding universe1, some drops fall in deserted islands, some...

When I’m concealed inside a rose, I’m mesmerized by dew. Butterflies touch my nose. I’m the blood...

The beauty of Hubble’s eye is its nearness to the edge of the imagined, enhanced. A glimpse of the...

Far, a day ago, a lecture precedes a new law, a gallery of men chat, interests on hand, women...

Thousands of strange faces, only one charmer, ingrained pacemaker gone wrong, mechanical artifice...