Many white horsesin ignorancevery tamed oneswhile horizon wentblurAnd I forgot my names When I go knocking on heaven’s doorI don’t want my white and black pebblesto be countedI want to tell about all the times I was in dungand felt a hand lift me upI want to tell about all the times I was hungryandContinue reading “when I go”
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cherries and prunes
“Chéris, pour des prunes.” rains today.
the snail
Big busy business,
where is the heart?
cave grunt
“No hay camino, se hace camino al andar.”
– Antonio Machado
caught in the field
Ashes fall like yellow tears.
cloud
on time
yellow sips
habits and limits
even
if
nests in doors rest
Addressing the undressing of dressed-up hearts
in old house
old home cold
home warming up
