My Poetry
We’re busted, busted, busted Read more
Without even the strength regret to feel About her blighted being… Read more
Where are the turbans, scarves and spark’ling nets?… Read more
… owe no soul’s sovereignty to me Read more
This truth plus that truth equals all This truth less that one never can… Read more
A poet may be all those things… Read more
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