Being family
We’ll chain your hopes to outpoured milk and burn your laughter with small disasters. Being mother means to be smothered with silk Because you’re our slave and we are masters. […]
We’ll chain your hopes to outpoured milk and burn your laughter with small disasters. Being mother means to be smothered with silk Because you’re our slave and we are masters. […]
I’m prisoned – cringe at pasty faces, grins and hate from fellow inmates, noise of jailer’s lock and key. serving stew at dawn. Exotic roaches, rats and worms. are company […]
Diamond bracelet stoned, as wrapped in silk she lingers in his penthouse condo. Iron-cuffed in orange jumpsuit stretched on chest he watches a glimpse of sky through bars. […]
Deep within his eyes, well a silenced call, tears for felled mahogany, waterfalls, and nimble fingers picking lice. His gaze upon you, singes as your fingers touch the sacrifice, the […]
I never knew infinity was relative. I thought that traces could be buried deep in archives, that fraud was safe, and accountants never could be charged. But they digitized the […]
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.