Selected Poems of Henry Victor

by the river i bend down to note down in my note-book for i hear the water flow but see not the bottom of bed not even knee d...

the road to Golgotha is rutted and bumpy but once there i find the skulls flattened and the way forward easy i had seen ...

when there is nothing to pen why scratch head like a hen scratching ground that has no worm ...

i envy the log that disintegrates into the flame into death and into ash reintegrating into her beginning and final peace ...

i see the like-minded people like jelly fish jamming jointly confirming the ancient truth: birds of the feather flock together ...

hundred thoughts through my head flow like a fast flowing flood one banging the other with a hard negation others modifying a...

your subtlety in your work transforming sorrow and pain to joy that, eventually overflowing like the water in the athabascan...