Author Archives: ayaladn

who may as well sail thru a woodland unannounc’d pier amiss be this   or else Phoenician flow thru the coastal Maya fond of the floor-plan   one time a long climb to a view cut thru the vines thereto by blue djinn

one time a bonsai regift’d longevity to a clipper shipp’d   West of the East Bridge no chance the willow shall root hereon your saffron   peacocks fore three mums trail on a whirl’d lilium stonecrop dragons &

the men bore Sheba laying on her chronicles as wise as proverbs   from a sand worn land & the timeless mysteries of the oases   the arc of the palms’ rarest caravanserai the figs & olives

I sang Sera to be true what time suite abbreve melancholia   Oh I know that well as amanuensises made a bucket lift   1 FM fore SIM what time meme Mimi now a time to cry