An Excerpt from the Recitation of Visions of Ðanuz, High Priestess of Jorð Listen and attend, Sons and […]
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Chilly April morn Chai Latte and a good book Snow falls from the sky 4/16/18 My 15th poem […]
A single white feather Falling, flying; floating. Ivory against an onyx sky. Loosed from Lucifer’s wing, Escaping un-singed […]
Bob Dylan and the ghost of Leonard Cohen Sitting shivah on short stools Yarmulke pinned to gray curly […]
The following poem is a translation of a poem written in Latin by the ancient Roman poet Gaius […]
The Only Thing I know For certain is That I don’t know anything for certain. 4/6/18 My ninth […]
Wise men know What they do not know And doubt what they do know. Fools don’t know What […]
Not a single day Has gone by Without me thinking of you. Not always consciously, Not always clearly, […]
To Explore The spaces Within yourself Is an adventure that will never end. 4/4/18 My fifth poem for […]
This little black notebook Is almost full, Each page covered in Black ink scrawled verses and rhymes, Drops […]
John W. Leys 