Stained-Glass Love

She gave to him a stained-glass love That looked so good in light so pure, But that turned cold within the dark And closing of the door. But other men still envy him The beauty he resides within; But they don’t the love he knows That involves neither heart Nor skin

Adjacent Unrealities

In childhood, I stumbled on Adjacent unrealities Available on books and screens, And so began dualities Of what was really lived, and what Was merely felt or thought, But more of these I almost always sought. This is part of our growth. It’s hard to know which to prefer — Though some of these were … Continue reading "Adjacent Unrealities"

My Doctor Says

My doctor says that I should x, But I am through with x’ing; For every x, there is a “y” — The whole thing’s rather vexing. So many known unknown unknowns; They vary in the passing — My doctor says, if I’d be whole I need to quit half-assing My mind and body are my … Continue reading "My Doctor Says"

Twixt image and reality…

Twixt image and reality The difference is stark — For one is made of flashbulbs, The other from The dark


When looks are all you want, They’re all you get We usually take The image for The reality, Because Our eyes can Take in images, Whereas our minds Can’t take in Realities When we can’t change our lives, We can always change our clothes Pretending they are the same thing On the other hand, Playing … Continue reading "Tarantella"

The Cost of Imagery

Perhaps we need to see, and know, the high, uncounted cost of all our imagery. For much we think perfection is not gift, but theft. © Andriy Bezuglov | – Girl with tablet

The World of Imagery

The world is full of choice Between “what matters” and “what seems” — To speak into existence, or To hanker after dreams To watch the perfect bodies go Between venetian blinds, And let the world of imagery Just eat away Our minds © Andriy Bezuglov | – Couple of surfers on ocean`s shore