Writing

No one can know me ... No one can know me better than you know…

Flower Of Japan Feverish girl in a curtain of water she opens and closes, like…

At The End … At the end clarity raves, dark October the countryside transparent and…

The Afternoon Of A Faun These nymphs, how I want them to last … It…

Golden Poem (See! Everything is alive! Pythagoras) Man, free thinker! do you believe yours the…

Ondine “Listen! listen! it’s me, it’s Ondine who’s flicking these droplets of water at your…

The winter moon revealed everything in its cold and silver light, each crystal, each atom,…

I have always been bored by novels in dialect V.N. Nabokov ((((((((((((((((((((((()))))))))))))))))))))))))))) Sandsuck, your Wormship?…

Prologue Retinue of iron warriors, peasant girls: these are the boundaries of your world, Janus-headed…

I (She imagines herself gazed at by the ocean) Solange had overheard him, whispering into…