The Flower on the Leg
A relief from the mental desert
The poetry, I think it’s still there. I haven’t been able to hear it these days, but every once in a while the memory of it floats through me, and I am there again. When the muses and the Gods were present.
I am starting to understand a little bit how it has left me. I realize that the more I am online, soaking in the thousands of images, my own…