Missing or Murder?
NY, JFK — International
I traced the cartography, the estuary of my tears, that sojourned along the life…
A week ago, I decided to hang out with a colleague of mine virtually, and we…
When it comes to the principles of persuasion, there’s a reason why these tried-and-true formulas have…
My Everything
Dear Subscribers,
I was a recreational climber and I love it.
TW: Abuse
Spiritual awareness vibrates withinAs I traverse earth on sacred groundWandering where the spirit moves meExplorations of my heart…
People come and gothe existence forgottenbut actions echolong after they’re dead and the…
Written in a Covid isolation ward: an outpouring of anxiety, escapism and some remnant of hope.
She ran out like an animal unleashed.
She heard them talking about a lockdownIt didn’t make much sense to her.
For a sign the wise men waitedUngrateful when the visions startedOf what they saw the men debatedAnd…
Despite the delusion, I picked him to be my Pillow
A Poem
Suddenly, there is a rainbowin the cloudy sky,and all despairvanishes.
A micro poem
Never trust your heartfor it hasn’t a brain,all those feeling will drive you insane.
What are memories if not untrustworthy?
It started when you and I were a child They call it fear I didn't understand the word I understood the…