sdoubinsky wrote 1 year ago: Eros is sore EL SEBBO … more →
sdoubinsky wrote 1 year ago: Delicate isn’t my name and yet I am moved by the imbecile gently led by his father down the st … more →
sdoubinsky wrote 1 year ago: but we sure wish there was EL SEBBO … more →
sdoubinsky wrote 1 year ago: My ear is shot Haven’t slept in two days and here I am writing this miserable poem Is it frien … more →
sdoubinsky wrote 1 year ago: no candles but fireworks no explosions but roman candles we have written pomes for one good year now … more →
sdoubinsky wrote 1 year ago: poems are free like a bank robbery a good fist fight or a major break up I said poems are free I did … more →
sdoubinsky wrote 1 year ago: The white veil of morning creeps around the house The birds are black notes and their song hang froz … more →
sdoubinsky wrote 1 year ago: Went to a party last Saturday and all evening I wondered if my fly was open because the zipper was b … more →
sdoubinsky wrote 1 year ago: The blue of the sky crashes through my open window and a few birds sing to welcome the first rays of … more →
sdoubinsky wrote 1 year ago: If I move two inches to the left does reality remain the same? EL SEBBO … more →
sdoubinsky wrote 1 year ago: I am the peace king and I come without banner nor flag My arms are broken and my friends have fallen … more →
sdoubinsky wrote 1 year ago: Reality is not what you make of it Reality is what you don’t want it to be EL SEBBO … more →
sdoubinsky wrote 1 year ago: The sun rose today but I missed it my eyes still blinded by night and punctuated by stars The sun ro … more →
sdoubinsky wrote 1 year ago: A clap of thunder in a clear blue sky or the strange reflection of something not quite there are our … more →
sdoubinsky wrote 1 year ago: Hanging upside down I finally see the world how it really is EL SEBBO … more →
sdoubinsky wrote 1 year ago: Hermosa corona shining high above the clouds just out of reach of my wanting fingers Hermosa corona … more →
sdoubinsky wrote 1 year ago: The re is no mystery in an open hand but as we walk our teeth grow back into our gums and our bones … more →
sdoubinsky wrote 1 year ago: Drink as much as you can Speak as much as you can and in the outer limits of your words will you fin … more →
sdoubinsky wrote 2 years ago: Like love strength is a potentiality the coiled steel spring the flexed muscle the fluttering of an … more →