William J Mullen

Tag: poetry

  • Superposition

    I write between the day and night, early, when the ether is thin and permeable and laughing spirits play with your thoughts When the ether is thin spontaneous words flow out of a heart of coal onto electronic parchment When the ether is thin I can see the tiny singing miracles, and jinn particles caught… →

  • FEATURED: The Red Face of a Bāla

    The Red Face of a Bāla I was sitting in a chair beside a spring evening gray sky rain drops fire in the woodstove I was thinking and reading and drinking and smoking a joint dreamily drifting through visions of the East… the far East, Nepalese temples incense-curls flower wreaths and snow-capped peaks swimming in… →