vazambam

At rest on a sand dune safely  Above the tide, its prow pointing  Towards some lanky gesturing  Grasses slowly moving in  To encircle it, th...

  How shallow the state  Of minds that cannot fathom    Pale sheets of grey slate.              

Bard,  There are many things  One can do that  Go above and beyond what  Some of us rather naive  Romantics like to call  A poet’s sense of ...

  You, over there—    In the space allotted  It, no matter how   Large or small,  If your life fits,   Write it.       

Achromatic—  Nothing at all    Dramatic about it  Like the usual titillating    Red-hot fare, you simply  Plant yourself    Down before one ...