Of words running rampant
And rampant runs the Word In the dark night of the soul Gaslit by lying
And rampant runs the Word In the dark night of the soul Gaslit by lying
Will the sown seeds of confusion Yield stout founders of tent-states With mine fields Properly
The rustling carillon of incertitude Spills its sugar Like the warmest wind reverse Blows
A delivery of embalmed flowers Shimmering delta water at high tide Plastic particulate
The Moss and the Mind how will you find the lost cities of a
Kallinitikos Καλλινίτικος Θράκης – THE DANCE OF MATTER, MIND AND HANDS Inspired by Dimitra
” Reflections about emotional intelligence, the heart, poetry at times of war Pina Piccolo, editor
A diagonally propelled glistening a rippling-ending-on-the edge of land foaming white breaking/the water to rupture
The failing uterus of light Grieves its impotence As stars gnashing their teeth Succumb to