An international blog about literature and ecocriticism. Here I include my own lyrics, by Rui M. and also the work of others, from 10 to 14 each month 2017: new contributions sent to Periodical Art contests and Critics. Thanks. Arigatou

Jul 12

The inopportune poem tells us

what we don't want to hear.

Is like salt in the eyes:

nobody wants to see it. Its

taste is poisonous. Its success rare.

Secret soul.

published by talesforlove às 17:19