the ears of grass

Drum of raindropsSplash, rat-a-tat rapidThe tatto small feet beatOn the tin roof, escaping. Your silence coversThe past and eternitiesWhole layers of magmaWaiting to ventCreating new continents Do raindrops make noiseIf the grass has no ears?The falling leaves twirlA rustling descant. Your eyes expressThe mountains fallingInto the seas, risingTsunamis of painCatastrophically closeTo where the heart is. […]

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of gods and cats

He was in the world, and the world came into being through him; yet the world did not know him. He came to what was his own, and his own people did not accept him. But to all who received him, who believed in his name, he gave power to become children of God, who […]

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My plot is laid outNaked, undergroundWhere the roots areWhere you sometimes stopOver your shovel, restingFrom labours of love.Or loving the labours thatBring home the apples,carrots and silencesFor a late-night salad.Twisting the story-line, i lieNeverendingly narratedBy flashbacks of what maybe wasJust an instrument to rakeThe dead leaves on the pathWe did not take.

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