Words Whispered Between Green Sheets by Alex Gildzen

WORDS WHISPERED BETWEEN GREEN SHEETS Words whispered between green sheets die there. My later pen cannot revive them. Instead I place rosebuds on this bed and pray for our dead words. Poem taken from Congress 3 edited by Sam Seiffer Continue reading Words Whispered Between Green Sheets by Alex Gildzen

A Flower For Hui-Neng by Alex Gildzen

A FLOWER FOR HUI-NENG From the first not a thing is. Not a tree is planted. Not a mirror is made to shine in moonsplashed night. And from no-thing you answered Shen-hsiu. You had thoughts yet had them not. From Continue reading A Flower For Hui-Neng by Alex Gildzen