A brief poem from last night. You can’t trace a moving object Every point, every curve is delayed indefinitely for no other reason than the need to keep moving (29 December 2016—posted December 30th)
Tag: curve
Buried (a poem)
An ekphrastic poem, written in shadorma form, inspired by the film adaptation of Woman in the Dunes. Oh, but for the curve of her hip and the sand in her hair I would be a free man now It comes pouring down (6 October 2016)
Ordinary Average Thoughts 