The Sound-Waves Wander Onward
The same big band, the same man’s voice.
Tag: poem
Flight
I need to learn to look, to gaze, at the pitch
of the passing ‘tween the tunnel’s either end.
Time-Warped Scraps
Time-warped scraps – the dream continues on,
unphased by the approaching of its limits.
Their Stealthy Freedom: a poem for the women of Iran
Wearing, proud, the wind that weaves without,
and now within,
the wistless soul that falls out free across the shoulders.
Approaching Midnight
And here I am in that moment,
leafing through the scattered others.
Coexistence
I have, for so long now, found so little wild, so few pockets without their shadow, and so few of the wilder, natural prey. They are not within my grasp.
Go Tell The Gods
Trying, some desperately, some half-heartedly, to weave themselves back into the web that they severed themselves, at once with vicious intent and complete indifference, from.
william altoft 