Reflections

The Last One

Poem

There will come a day
that will become your last
a last touch, last smile,
last meal together
a last…

Why Am I a Wanderer?

In this short piece, I try to delve into the nature of fragmentation, desires…

A week in London #3

Greenwich Mean Time is a still flower in the wind

Rejected, Midnight Parlors

“Idiots Only,” the sign said.

Reflections

Stillness in dynamics- Study 2

Mile Marker 389

Chronicles of War

A Cloud in a Puddle

An ottava rima

The Call

On The Verge

Gasping I tread the airy-fairiness of a panting city 
Masked in crowded hysteria
Strange
I find…

I Do Realise

Poetic Overwhelm

I read poetry
allowing words to tumble 
through me 
like the sonation of a bird…

Three Mirrors

LITERARY IMPULSE DAY 20 PROMPT: MIRROR