Towards the West
The night is here,dangling over our headslike an intrepid mobile.It is darkand my heart driftsWest towards home,exultant.
I thought of you
This day got away from me,I say lingering overthe last remaining sipsof the last Negroni of the evening.
A poem by Wang Wei
BOUND HOME TO MOUNT SONGThe limpid river, past its bushesRunning slowly as my chariot,Becomes a fellow voyagerReturning home with the evening birds.A ruined city-wall overtops an old ferry,Autumn sunset floods…
Poen inspired by Wang Wei
In this empty field,I say things aloudfor all the tall grassand weeds to injest and yet the sunstill shines on me.
Funny image
To give credit where it is due, I took this image from the Marmot's Hole, who took it from a Flickr upload from gnosis/ john r. You can take a…