Friday, January 06, 2006. Thursday, January 05, 2006. For a million flames saw I , Bleeding in. A million flames saw I. Knelt with intense prayers she. With wrinkled hands and wrinkled hate. Searched for me; Reached for me. Bursting aside the buried rubbles of fate. The realm of silent time. Answering the last riddle of time. For mortals can touch immortals.

Friday, August 28, 2015. In defense of really bad poetry. I once knew a girl whose father was filthy rich. He built row upon row of tacky boxes. That mar the views on the outskirts of San Francisco,. A wilderness that chokes out coffee houses and bars and brothels,. All the places where freedom and language get down. He passed his declining years trying to rhyme. 2 x 4, pencil and Uncle Sam,. Verse that would make Ogden Nash blush. Once she asked me and some friends to her hot tub.

September 16, 2009 by jabir rizvi. As happy equals in the flowering land. Of love, that knows not a dividing sea. Love builds the house on rock and not on sand,. Love laughs what while the winds rave desperately;. We meet so seldom, yet we surely part.

Tuesday, March 9, 2010. Sunday, October 25, 2009. They can frame Art in a wonderful way. Any piece from this show will get a discount on framing. Saturday, October 3, 2009. The walls of El Barrio are all covered now. A few details to be prepared until Wednsday. Sunday, September 27, 2009. The poetic language is more than poetry.

Sunday, May 1, 2011. If you need to find something quickly, I suggest you hit CTRL F and type in what you are looking for. If but some vengeful god would call to me. Know that thy sorrow is my ecstasy. Half eased in that a Powerfuller than I.