What’s the color of peace?
It must be a color less like the soil not ochre, sienna or brown reminding of trenches or graves; it cannot be red as the rage of revenge, the color […]
It must be a color less like the soil not ochre, sienna or brown reminding of trenches or graves; it cannot be red as the rage of revenge, the color […]
Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter. Martin Luther King Our state of mind is just to live our lives — begin by […]
A hiss of vapor safely let released, the oil on sprockets, and the cushioned walls you keep for words that’s hurled in anger, faults unmentioned and your strength to quench […]
The moon’s an onion, sun’s a pear as sweet as gold but silver-sharp the bitter night consists of tears. Yet daylight bring me teeth of sharks it’s cruel scimitars, it’s […]
Though dead, these grains of wood, as skeins unfold, with hands as kites, in prayer wave; a wind of words, a wish across the plains, “Please save the world from […]
practising for a whole life
dancing with my muse
haikai poetry matters
Running in the slow lane
The view from here ... Or here!
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
chronicling my quarter life crisis
Now we see through a glass, darkly
rejuvenatement - not retirement
words and scribble.