Poems, commentary, images and reviews by Shibek and friends.
Sep 3, 2007
Her desire to introduce freedom does not place against its arrival external impressions of use receiving exhausted delight. To retain it, her enigmatic nature--with a bit of ribbon--may seem once more in the street, but inside things and people. Then, language is transformed into gravitations dedicated to my forehead. The hand is waiting to fall to the ground in May, 1954.