We live in a very strange world where the most promising prospects often turns into the most disappointing…
Mr. Fear
At The Deepest Part of My Heart
When doubts travail
When it consumes like a raging inferno
When it grips me with its evil beaks
Azure skies are today
blue and I’m in need of old
cabaret because I’m
You should go to
the chapel if
A Ghazal
This moldy old house is falling slowly to bits
A revised publication of Hips
“I know her favorite color,
what books she reads,
what she would choose on Netflix.”
She knew what he assumed.
“I know her, she knows me. I know her favorite color, what books she reads, what she would choose on Netflix.” She knew what he assumed.But with a slow slide of her hip, a memory in a mirror, a serpentine arm motion as she made coffee in the morning by herself,
