The Gaze

Go stand at the door. Clench your lips like you do. Under your gaze, Life is unveiling itself. Your fractional demands Are in tune with the spells: “You. On your knees. Rain. On the grass”. Everything freezes And looks. And just waits. The pulse stands by. The storm...

Stalemate

We’ve lost the count, yet one more time My rook commits her silly crime And breaches all across the board. My “Sorry!” duly gets ignored. You’re growing weary of these draws. No “calm and eerie” smile, no cause For other move. The empty chair. Inertia permeates the...