Alternate Possibilities

If a rose were a lily, And a lily were a rose, Bank notes were poetry, And…


Dialogue

I looked Death In the eye And said, "You want to rob my breath? I'm not…


Inspiration

I sit in front of my notebook, Pen in my hand, Waiting for profundity to…


Boats

I see everyone rushing— Rushing, tripping, running. Running for the boat…


Reflection

Met myself thirty years hence: Wrinkles and gray hair. Walking stick.…


On a Riverside in Calcutta, India

The factory chimney puffs and smokes Its dusty soot Into the air. Cars and…


The Peddler's Widow

Tired legs. Strengthless hands. Take me home To my bed. Long to sleep.…


Delirium

In the silence, in the quiet Green waves gently lap the shore. Dark rocks…


Barren Rain

The barren rain makes me wet It grows no crop. The concrete street – hard…


The Young Monk's First Day At The Monastery

Pitless Darkness Endless thought. I see a light! I see it not. The more I…