I seek him on two dusty shelvesOf a built-in wardrobeBare of most belongings. I find a strange notebookFilled with dreams, I think. I do no …
On trying to find my father in a wardrobe
English
iudex, deorum nuntius
NOTE: This poem was written by a dear friend in response to my poem “This is Justice“. He was kind enough to allow me to …
pater tacitorum
NOTE: This scene was originally written as the origin scene for a character from another short story. I never finished the story, although I might …
This is justice
This justiceIs not justiceBut a plated polished mask that hidesThe high mocking browsThe cold and cunning gazeThe angled nose(unable they say to know the smell …