Poems

“Your head is a living forest full of song birds.” e.e. cummingsAlbín Brunovský“Life does not consist mainly, or even largely,of facts...

Man Ray, Rayograph (The Kiss), 1922 . What can I do to drive away Remembrance from my eyes? for they...

I am too alone in the world, and not alone enough to make every minute holy. I am too tiny...

anon Let my shadow disappear into yours. Let me lose myself under the tall trees, that themselves lose their crowns...

I had already climbed to the top floor when i realized how impossible it would be to get down the...

Tennessee Williams, 1911-83 I am tired of speech and of action. If you should meet me upon a street do...

Billy Childish, Robert Walser Lying Dead in the Snow, 2008 It' s snowing, snowing, covers the earth all round with...

I'm begining to know myself. I don't exist.I'm the space between what I'd like to be and what others made of...

What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why, I have forgotten, and what arms have lain Under my...

Nobuyoshi Araki, Tokyo, 2013 Every day you play with the light of the universe.Subtle visitor, you arrive...