- when the lustered sea embraces the sand, is it to claim or cede its flotsam? when my mind sails with the rolling wind, is it to cast or catch a sparkle?
Categories
- about me (7)
- babel rising – a short story (7)
- book (4)
- collection: at the edge of things (9)
- collection: looking back into ten years (7)
- collection: mt. tumantangis and other poems on sulu (7)
- collection: rustles of bamboo leaves … (1)
- collection: silent verses (5)
- collection: to cast a sparkle (4)
- collection: untitled (1976) (4)
- essay (20)
- fiction writing (7)
- general (12)
- haiku (24)
- information technology (7)
- mixed media (5)
- music (2)
- nature (27)
- photography (33)
- poetry (93)
- poetry video (4)
- politics (29)
- religion (7)
- science & technology (18)
- short story (8)
Archives
-
Follow me on Twitter
My Tweets
Tag Archives: street scene
talking to the sun
talking to the sun the cars stop at red, a momentary block, as the gaunt but big-boned man — with sun-baked face and arms, hair and beard dangling wiry, crinkled like loose threads of his faded-violet duffel bag slung on … Continue reading
Posted in poetry
Tagged graven cup, hobo, journey, poem, pointy finger of doom, rant, red-eye, street scene, sun, talking to the sun, tensions, traffic light
13 Comments