[haiku]
the man pulling radishes pointed my way with a radish — Issa
Category: anthology
Lost
Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here, And you must treat it as a powerful stranger, Must ask permission to know it and be known. The forest breathes. Listen. It answers, I have made this place around you. If you leave it, you may … Continue reading Lost
The Little Box
The little box grows her first teeth And her little length grows Her little width her little emptiness And everything she has The little box grows and grows And now inside her is the cupboard That she was in before And she grows and grows and grows And now inside her is the room And … Continue reading The Little Box
[Essential Oils]
Essential Oils — are wrung — The Attar from the Rose Be not expressed by Suns — alone — It is the gift of Screws — The General Rose — decay — But this — in Lady’s Drawer Make Summer — When the Lady lie In Spiceless Sepulchre — — Emily Dickinson
white pebble 