William J Mullen

Tag: poetry

  • ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴄʏᴄʟᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ

    Words I am to them as they are to me A catalyst Each a path to the others greater good An oroboros; the snake that feeds from itself The cycle of all things The Great cycle of life The eternal pull of the moon, the seas, and human emotion The truth and the power The… →

  • 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… →