I was born in Brooklyn, but I now live in upstate NY with my family. I am a faux stained glass artist, a lover, a journalist, a thinker, a mechanic, a passionate person... with much too much time on my hands. I've been writing since I was 16... perhaps one day I'll be good at it?
'For when I sample your angel'd prose, my heart soars... my soul is bliss... '
One can only dream!
Eila means 'the Earth' and Mahima means 'Greatness'
For photo-poems:
http: //www.flickr.com/photos/hotinbuffalo/
for more poems...
http: //www.synapse.net/kgerken/Y-0612.HTM
http: //daugthersoflilith.blogspot.com/
http: //www.othervoicespoetry.org/vol22/jaipul/
http: //www.sentinelpoetry.org.uk/1106/frontpage.html
http: //www.kritya.in/0206/En/poetry_at_our_time.html
http: //www.sentinelpoetry.org.uk/0906/page0017.htm
http: //flickr.com/photos/53541712@N00/
I lost my pen, love
it ran out of ink.
all I have left
is a pencil with
...
I will kiss you
good night
good morning
good day
...
I can hear you whispering
in the night silence of my room
my heart surrenders to you...
like the sun to the moon.
...
you appear there
in front of me
very nearly transparent
your presence looking like a reflection
...