April Poetry #5

April 5 is just another day
in a year already a fourth
of its life gone. But this day
has no song, unless you want
to count the rhythm and noise
of imperial bombs sent by
the “shining light on top of
the hill”, who has always promised
the grave and the slave. April 5,
just another day where they
say all this hor…Read More

Love Sonnet LXXIX

As I glide smoothly across
the ice, as the cold air assails
my face, I feel like I am
flying. Your face

appears under the ice, staring
up at me. You are smiling,
your hands, upturned, reach
toward me, inviting me to

join you in the cold, wet
waters of this dream. I
fly faster, skates moving

like a blur,…Read More