This writer self relies on twin pillars of memory & imaginationwhich another day — in the not-self of…
So, there was the real and the unreal, and I got confused. I didn’t know which was which. Some days I laughed and some…
A poem
In the cradle of your armsI find safety
A Poem
There is pleasure in placing my feet on the soft carpet of snow.My feet sink gently with delight.
You came to me while I lay sleepingYet when I awoke you were gone.You left me with a taste,these words I share with others.
As the presence of ancient values and the mysterious laws of the universe plunge into madness and suffering, my contract with you, is to…
Has your heart tolled that priest, for His recognizable delusions of fractal malnutrition?
I played hide and seek with God today,Flew a kite,touched the sky.