That you want to slip deepinto the forest. Pine needleslike the sharpest animal’s hair,a lake at the end of the trees’illusion tunnel. That the fishwould flip delightedly outof the water’s vast Continue reading

A Hungry Nation

  Who would like to plant mines in the fatherland? I know how to plant a potato in the soft earth, something our fathers learned from their fathers.Who would like to Continue reading


Poems are birds in the kingdoms of languagesAlways flying towards each other and paradise Poetry is a time tunnel through whichYou and I gaze at each otherTime immemorial and nowEvery year Continue reading