William Michaelian

Poems, Notes, and Drawings


When the morning sun reveals every grain of dust on my desk, and papers, and books, I see oxen and stars.

Random Note, April 1, 2010


Someone sewing masks. Someone dropping bombs.

Someone preaching hatred. Someone washing hands.

Someone lights a candle. Someone whispers love.

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