One day I decided to write a poem a day. I called it "The Folded Poems" because I pretended finding them under a chair written on the folded pieces of paper. The only criteria for the poems to be, was my own endorsement. I was the judge. If it "sounded" right, I kept it. Keeping with the pace, though, was not easy. Here I am posting them up to date. I am still writing, but not necessarily every day.
Friday, February 2, 2018
my body used to be a shrine of lurking lives
what i was to do with that?
all lives are gone excapt my own
where is a sanctuary for celebrating birth?