Poem — An Invocation To The Master
June 2, 2022
The dusty win of the seed in its tendrilFrom soil that is its womb and tomb both,A prelude to its fu
Sonnet
November 3, 2020
My days trace the orbits of other suns,Nights prepare new births to commence.Helpless the heap of co
Poem
September 14, 2020
O Impeller, O Fashioner, O Seed, O Womb,O golden Source of all, of mighty Ether home.Is this a dream
A Poem
October 4, 2019
An arid wasteland and barren was my soil,It yielded nothing in spite of incessant toil.Petty lights
