Sonnet: This House

In this house in which I have never stayed I am surrounded by my possessions Each in their time my current obsessions The focus I gave them I may have prayed With the toys and objects with which I played Imagination was my profession The quelling of my lonely confession The experience of which I... Continue Reading →

Zanze: Under Your Skin

Under your skin, those blue-ish veins The blood flowing through them contains A protein with four iron atoms It has been this way since Adam Under your skin, those blue Lines of iron run through Iron made in the heart Of a dying star, it’s end your start Under your skin, Hemoglobin And from the... Continue Reading →

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