Yana
what did you do ? why did you curl up to me carved in and in and cuddled to my wounds like wild grapevine climbed through my fingers grasping each one – only to be... More »
Yana
my dreams never come true, luckily, do you hear me?- the clock is ticking nightmare-ishly. backwards… if dreams don’t come true,- apparently happiness happens as it does if we still breathe together in unison listen,... More »
Yana
in the broken glass of my night sky dreams flow and a star rises a ray of light, a lonely road I fold my wings and take my heart out so soft in the palm... More »
Yana
a step into emptiness.. my morning became thinner and the dawn is tattered like a ghost realization.. : .. no this is not bliss, only maybe.. decaying pain of your touch you, having smoothed with... More »
Yana
dust – pollen. ..in the middle of photo erased face. marks leftover from fingertips. from under lowered eyelashes cannot see the face facial expression… you were saying? so empty now..forget it , don’t howl don’t... More »
Yana
you have stone eyes skin in scratches sun that falls and rises inside your head. It’s time for you to be born into the red clouds close, snug, pleasureful in the heart of silence, with... More »
Yana
notification: battery being charged. touching with brain waves naked steeple of Francis Assisi ..prickly gothic.. Do you wish me to shave my heart? I will ..your cashmere pajamas sleep.. ..clinging to cold hardwood.. asleep, you... More »
Yana
she has sage in her pocket I have love for her as of today she has aids now I will peel oranges ..death be merciful. holding hands and smiling our sad smiles. now we still live... More »
poem
May 2008 