width=61 height=87> Voracious Verses
Winter / Spring 2013


I.B. Rad



Now, many years after, 
I still remember
watching car occupants
whizzing by 
and marveling at the revelation
that other's lives 
run, detached from mine;
that they'll wink in and out
like fireflies,
momentarily illuminating 
small corners 
of shared universe,
only to pan away 
and vanish.

 2013 I.B. Rad


Like the Cold Light

Like the cold light
of twilight's fluttering firefly, 
an autumn ember sputters,
but rarely ignites.
 2013 I.B. Rad

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