Dust of Days
At times I pause to turn a backward glance Though doing so illuminates the lie; I long to see once …
Tag: William Keller
Of Marigolds and Moons in the Virgin’s House
The ancient gods were silenced while they slept Beneath the earth by sorceries as old As standing stones; the sacred …
Lake Louise
The ancient house has set beyond the hill, Yet stars recall the grandeur of its reign And whisper stories when …
Beneath a Jacaranda Tree
Beneath a jacaranda tree I fell asleep and dreamed. A desert spread before my eyes Pristine, or so it seemed, …
Intangibility of Resistance
She’s naked, red and blistered; me, too. I ignore silvery flashes in my peripheral vision to scrape drops of water …
Butterflies
i. Autumn is green in California; I remember lying on my belly, elbows in scratchy grass, chin propped in palms, …
Embraced
Here against the face of clarity My faults attend the rush of your caress; I am the cliff before the …
Starless
The sky above the opaque earth Where multitudes of stars once hung Entranced me with translucent mirth And I was …