we observe the armistice
between our shadows
we live in a world
of small things
How much peace is in an evening walk of two near strangers at the bay when they hold hands and gently talk even if their peace - has gone away How much truth lies there, for a little while when of human needs the most divine between a thoughtful nod and then a smile is ...
Poetry in Times of Bullshit Jobs
On my screen is a translation of European data protection law. On my ears is Beethoven's seventh. A major. I listen to one of the greatest geniuses of our modernity. My fingers are moving with every measure. The vacuity of the language I observe, as it emerges on my screen suddenly enables me to see ...
we hasten not
it is high noon and the bright fruits shine in the air is a promise of decay we let the sun pour its old light on us and bury imagination in warm smiles we save up for higher seasons, for longer shadows for deeper promises and gentler declines slow and infinite are our thoughts, we ...