I first wrote this poem on December 24th, 2004, as a response to childhood experiences when I remembered how I fled to the natural safety of the fields and flowers after I was cruelly beaten for minor disobediences. Initially I used the word ‘GOD’ as the key word in...
Oh the delights of a renaissance man!One who shares such talents and toolsUnexpected in their wide divergenceFree from social norms and rules The hippie who embroidered daisiesWherever he found tears in his clothesThen stained glass called to his artistKaleidoscopes...
A void opens up and I’m spinning again,This is fine, I come here to be alone.I want anything but this,But at least no one can hurt me here. The emptiness scoops me up and welcomes me home.Belonging to the Nothingness seems appropriateFor a girl who learned to be seen...
En travaillant ma 1ère Etape avec ma « compagne de route », (Livre Jaune, p. 29, question 6), je lui ai lu à voix haute le poème suivant, écrit en 2007. Il illustre les règles « ne ressens rien » et « ne parle pas », comme la photo de cet œuf muselé, qu’une amie m’a...
I study an old photograph from sixty-five years ago.My parents are cutting their wedding cake.I see Mom, three months pregnant, scared and uncertain, younger than her appearance.I see daddy-Monster, arrogant and dominant, younger than his appearance, with a predatory...
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