Comparing two terrible decades. Just blowing off steam.
Let’s talk Imposter by Imposter to Imposters.
Time with a rhythm and rhyme of its own
The ambulance sirens of this hospital’s neighborhood,
A thousand times I’ve uttered your nameThat one sweet word, my heart can tameSo, let me say it again and again’Til the oceans dry…
The hands of solitude console me,They tell me, warmly, to set freeThe feelings of hate, throw ’em into…
And orange soda
I saw you brave protester, Sharing cherry PopsiclesWith the others.What penalty do…
Router
Autistic
Olympics
A heavenly poem!
The Mediterranean and West Asian
