Immortality (poem)
No grass will grow on my grave…
A blog by Bedrieger Junction's Slant of Light writing group
No grass will grow on my grave…
Four watchers in the room, / wind rattling panes…
a bright morning / in early fall…
Everything startles them / in the cemetery over there…
In this surrealist novel, full of images from alchemy and astrology and occult lore, two people try to find each other.
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A partial biography of an ongoing life, following Blake’s continuing influence.
I haven’t been writing a lot of poetry lately, but last night I went to bed determined to write a poem before going to sleep.
A hummingbird hangs / around the feeder…
The journey of a thousand atrocities…