Sonnet V

Since early youth I have quantified the measure of a man seeking a distance between firearms and steely blades with an inborn sense…thinking – always thinking…and coveting a longing for the end of my humanity factor. Metaphor for metaphor, and regarding a severe ruminating ideation where poetry dwells upon a dangerous past. Yes, my woundsContinue reading “Sonnet V”

The Weight of the Morning Dew Yields a Fertile Fruit Upon the Earth

“A bit of weakness in metaphor is enough for tomorrow for the berries to ripen on the fence, and for the sword to break beneath the dew.” Upon reading Mahmoud Darwish & The Zohar – 1st Volume. The crucible sword falls by the weight of the morning dew, As the love of a rose drawsContinue reading “The Weight of the Morning Dew Yields a Fertile Fruit Upon the Earth”