the author

her voice majestic
mouthing mysteries
is nothing less than
incomparable

it teases my soul
tracing timidly timbers
that constitute a forest
perfectly pristine

marbled minutiae
trembling titter truths
that my hungry thoughts
insatiable engulf

but most of all I yes
must leafing admit
that listening to her
draws forth my soul

in honestly offered
tones of reverence

İstanbul 16 December 2021

Her Words

The sweetly tickling nuances of her words
never cease to amaze me,
nor how swiftly sullen me unfolds
to the touch of her voice.

This most prolific creator who populates
realms of finest fiction
with lives much more richly crafted
than I could ever imagine.

The fresh intimate tones of the tales
she composes seduce me,
tantalizing this reader to more than believe—
but to be in that space.

I long to race wildly through her LA streets,
to gently rise with her wisps.
If only I could pass through the portals of Qaf
or strive against ghosts in France.

Instead, I harangue the too arduous day
awaiting the silence of night,
when I might grasp once more at the chance
to turn to the next page.

My favorite author, Laya V. Smith, before Eilean Donan castle in the Highlands of Scotland (2015).

my author

she weaves tales of such glorious complexity
the richest tapestry of love and fear and wonder
and I, desparate to feel, wander lustfully
from one courageous strand to the next
dipping here dodging there filling the gaps in my mind
with faces and figures and finest determination
all of which I have acquired from the worlds
that are born of her pensive passionate thoughts
she is my muse, she is my author
and I would follow her to the ends of time
ever eager for the next incomparable tale
her characters compel her to compose