Poems from llkivrak
I carry the metal bucket
heavy with ashes
through the wooded path
to the compost heap.
Tiny flakes of snow
fall on and around me
floating...
I-am-not-nervous
Iamnotnervous.
Breathe
I am not nervous.
Really, I’m not.
I may look a wreck:
tired eyes and hair a mess,
dressed as...
From the depths
of dark nothingness
came a person:
the Writer-
walking.
She carried a light
a pointed, glinting weapon
sharply yellow-...
What happens to numbersWhen we’re not using them?Do they disappearOr do they float aroundLike dustBeing breathed, swallowedCarried through...
It began
with description;
black and white markings
forming paintings.
Words creating images
sparkling, one after the other.
Something...