Paradise Lost
The dragon morning broke in glow of tangerine and tongues, in flares ensnaring trees with scorch and woe. We barely saw the smoke for air as clear as lies before […]
The dragon morning broke in glow of tangerine and tongues, in flares ensnaring trees with scorch and woe. We barely saw the smoke for air as clear as lies before […]
The taste of fear is schizoid pure and red, a piece of meat, it’s poppies lost and flown from cries in mud and trenches darkly bled. We harvested the fear […]
Three’s what forms a crowd, it’s said unwanted one’s unpaired from two, You’ve never seen a threesomed bed and marriage vows can work as glue It’s making sense to close […]
I listen to my shadow, spelling words of moon, a certain taste in songs, the grass beside the path we used to walk where birds were flutes and taste of […]
We’re virtuous poets lacking faith untouched by sin, but sent to hell to Limbo, where we’re left like wraiths It’s not like heaven, just a shell protecting from the deeper […]
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.