A poem
We sat on the grimey stairs and looked out into the inky night. The air is quiet, almost…
Our lifeand mindshapedin unison,soaking the mindfulnessand mindlessnessaround us.
Glassywater
A Sijo
in a shaky building
As the chrysalisseems quite cagey to the worm,blind to its future–So I say to my own gods,“This…
that caravan of my thoughts has wagons of different shades.love, care, sadness, fear…