All of them…by G. Mramor

I am not the dream they made You hide because I am not the Father of your children nor the Ghost of a love they took from You and made something sick. You have not been running Because you have not been Searching. You do not even Tell it to yourself alone Because it doesn't [...]

Speak me love…by G. Mramor

Speak me love…by G. Mramor

  Love no hero. Love the giant that ripples your blood. Love the fray that hammers the nerve.   Love the mouth that speaks your fever. Love the fracture in the bone. Love a broken axe.   Love the cross you do not carry. Love the day you make with sand. Love a white bird in the snow. [...]

That grows from your hands…by G. Mramor

That grows from your hands…by G. Mramor

And indifference bears its heart stone, Though a million words be spilt Love lords only the is.   In time remember will divest me of this, For a voice in a box An unwanted stone sings its spring.   A rose is no flower that grows from sand, And a love is not remembered When [...]

Seeing all that was good in the land…by G. Mramor

Seeing all that was good in the land…by G. Mramor

Because I was there for the parting of the lakes and I saw the sun swallowed up by a whale and yet I stood transfixed as fires from sunset ran into houses dorming families thrown together in stitches from the war's end and I watched muted as trees bludgeoned the ends of houses till they [...]