Julie: The Unreality
You can’t assert nothing is real while taking in reality through your senses.
Nothing is what you thought, nothing is permanent, nothing has fixed
Julia: Life at Dawn
Staring in the boundlessness of light
heartening halo on horizon gleaming
silence bares the wholeness of the heart
wishes ring the airy bells of dreaming.
Julia: The Festival of the Chariots
Excerpt from A Year and A Day, by Francis Rosenfeld
Softness
Spoken Word Poetry
Summer Rain
Excerpt from A Year and A Day, by Francis Rosenfeld