TRUTHS are empty shells words cannot fill. — — — — — — — I stood stock still, watched the killing as one notes motions in a game The speaker spoke angry words that angered him who shot the speaker through his chest. Three times the speaker shuddered as three bullets sped. A touch of …
Author Archives: Sigmund Weiss
Matter
Winds sculpt leafy boughs. Water winds its way urchin to the land. Trees firm and strong kiss rain-storms in their delirious trance. She walks toward heaven delicately as a leaf. Her smiles are melodies from trees. Her laughter fresh as summering days, She is ever touching me. In those moments we are free. from notes …