Poems from llkivrak

I carry the metal bucket heavy with ashes through the wooded path to the compost heap.   Tiny flakes of snow fall on and around me floating...
I-am-not-nervous Iamnotnervous.   Breathe   I am not nervous. Really, I’m not.   I may look a wreck: tired eyes and hair a mess, dressed as...
From the depths of dark nothingness came a person: the Writer- walking.   She carried a light a pointed, glinting weapon sharply yellow-...
What happens to numbersWhen we’re not using them?Do they disappearOr do they float aroundLike dustBeing breathed, swallowedCarried through...
It began with description; black and white markings forming paintings. Words creating images sparkling, one after the other. Something...