Hope

Toll The Human

In each finale, there is a start.
Never such a thing as truly over.

Hopeless Wanderer

A poem by Natasha Kurien

Homage

I have never published anyone else’s work on Medium. But this poem, by one of America’s greatest poets, is one of two poems that actually changed…

Cigarette, burning…

Smoke always tells

Little Things

Angels

An Angel is a person
who arrives unbidden
in broken times
when love seems lost
and opens a channel
to…

Stormy Weather

Each life a hurricane.
Hurling blown debris.
Lies passing lies.
Hurt mixed with pain.

The Apple Bites *(FTMTE)

Maybe, Maybe Not

Write on me with your mouth.
It’s lonely being a blank book.
Your kisses might engender
a tragic poem or comic novel,
or a new…