To change or to be changed
To change or to be changed; that’s the difference between the noblest art of suffering or to sling the arrows for your future. It’s either to take arms against the […]
Category Archives: blank verse
Why did we cease to think?
Perched on Odin’s shoulder Muninn sits repeating stories from the past: from when his brother Huginn still foresaw a future bright to pave our path. When thought’s not longer seen […]
Towards the slaughterhouse
We never hesitated, followed you. We forged ahead until the end. We never walked on narrow roads. With joyful eyes and speedily towards the slaughterhouse we went. We are the […]
Borders drawn
With borders drawn, on maps and carved through hearts, and barbed with fences, walls and words; it’s the day democracy destroys itself. But you have a choice to close your […]
Why still ambiguous?
As branches bends for desert winds, close to breaking, and the weight of what I’ve said is slightly less than my mute retort inside. They send me feathers white of […]
