Poems about sing

Between the Will and Attention

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

The rift between two clouds1 closes me in. I’m bound to be suffocated by a hurricane wind2,...

Mud amassed globs of humble sincerity, peculiar bacteria. Tales told prevented imminent deaths as...

Words repeat, the same notebook, go back and write upon the same words repeat, the insane notebook tries to fix the past Continue reading →

The ocean’s white foam caresses me, carries me into the weeping horizon. As my borealis eyes...

It’s heavy, body dwelling, a river out of crimson, how do we dare? Pollution overhead. No...