Buffalo and the Beast
He pipes his flute-or been-before the buffalo,
then dares blame her for “not understanding.”
Her mouth, her mood, her flesh-
all chained to the owner’s wrist.
All theatre. All script.
But the snakes are the real directors: Read more from here...
Glimpse
Some found God.
Some found the one God carved out just for them.
I found neither God
nor even a fleeting glimpse of my beloved.
The universe flared into being and winked out again-
my suffering had no witness but me. Read more from here...