Pride Month Haiku.

A Haiku.

Conseillé mille fois, il parait que ce premier livre de Khaled Hosseini est de ceux dont il ne faut pas passer à côté. 400 et quelques…

As I listened to her cry, my heart ached. It also hurt not being able to cry with her. For my second cousin, a longtime drug addict.

A Poem.

I can still be happy for you Feel joy  Give support Wishing you the best  And hate myself

A Poem.

there’s a small hue & cry, a blue heron shouts across the lake, the colours of sound, making the cavern’s walls ring…

In a World Of Chances…

A Poem.

A thick flaxen film coated the waning retina of his eye, turning the macabre silvery  brittle wasteland into blades of smouldering golden…

a poem.

The road is dusty The wheat gives way to sunflowers. I breathe you into the bones.