Anna Halberstadt. ODE TO OLD TREES
On Adamson Road in Londonstands an old sycamore with powerful branches,younger tree trunks looklike a bouquet of treesor of arms votingor a creaturereaching out to God in a prayera gesture … Read More
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On Adamson Road in Londonstands an old sycamore with powerful branches,younger tree trunks looklike a bouquet of treesor of arms votingor a creaturereaching out to God in a prayera gesture … Read More
Those Words that I Wanted to Say She pressed the button of the car player once again. She had already heard this song many times, remembered the first phrase: … Read More
A bird flies home,because it feels like a needwithout feeling tired,across the open sky.And on earth hopesget mixed with curses.The bird flies over Kiev,it flies over Kherson.A lark, a stork,an … Read More
Stooping, deaf in the ageing hours Hobbling towards the house of God Through streets of strewn flowers, Nearer to your own you trod. And your eyes lift to the skies, … Read More
As a teenager astonished by starry tales, I became a Manichaean fractal remoulded by Light Which illuminated my stargate of sexualities; Or rather a rightful continuum of love and flesh … Read More
I will not save the world – It will go on growing and sometimes stray, In pain or premortal agony, Until someone picks it up again – A toy dropped … Read More
I know that You Are And want me to be – The Word of Your lips And the light of Your heart. The rain of God over the rivers – … Read More