To me, the day has no importance./Andres Alfaro

eye
contains an iris – red and black

And so what if I die

and carry my own coffin

and say I was good

and head off

and say good night

and then turn off the light?

In these days that destiny is circling around pyramids
over the Nile river and the scared sky

open heart poetry will be hosting A weekly gathering to bask in the poetry of awakening

But peeked among the happiness of spring and wind and trees

These poems form a suite called “Kandahar Suite”-

The statues she had known before wore stranger faces

We could be different if only it was different and

by D. H. Lawrence /The first day to heave your feet little by little from