words create worlds
I bought myself a tuberose to honor that of ‘17 (the only stem that could take me from hell to now) that’s what I see inside the pearly little roses (a freight car bearing all whiffs of life) burst on a twisted-heading-to-the-essence rod (their perfume- instants from another life of sealed emotions). I bought myself a tuberose to
Poetry comes and takes possession of your mind, your words, your vision… sometimes of your whole life. She takes everything because she gives everything. She has her rights. This new book, still in the process of pre-printing, called Memories, went through many changes. Who knows, it might be a natural, like the natural change of
Worlds of Words 