SCENT OF AFTERNOON RASIN
When for the first time
I rubbed cypress cones
into my palm
somebody said
‘summer is almost over’.
I don’t like summer
but the matter so put
saddens me.
Poetry: Kristin Dimova
I AND MY SILENT COMPANION
BUDDHISM FOR EVERY DAY
RED RIDING HOOD AND THE WOLF
SCENT OF AFTERNOON RASIN
SOMETIMES TOGETHER AGAIN
9:55, 5 MINUTES BEFORE THE BEGINNING
HE KNOWS
DEAR PASSENGERS
HOPE AND I
THE TRACE
FAITH
AuthorKristin Dimitrova