Poems from Telamah
Eternal night sticks to my ankles like quicksand
An inky black sky without a horizon,
Wraps my soul with its suffocating embrace.
When...
Sweet Ghost—
Remember the mornings?
When we watched rainbow rangers,
And conquered with them every danger.
When pill bugs would ignite...
Heart lightens when the body grows lighter
Songs of praise drip from honey lips
Better to be called one than to feel like one,
But...