Cold steel,antiseptic walls,a sterile grief.
Phantoms drift through city streets,their wispy forms brushing past the living,unseen…
In the family plot ancestors stir Ancient bones of discontent
earth’s embraceaccepting what was once hersa fleeting vessel returnedto the lap of…
Where do rivers begin?Like an enchantment, the river sings back to mein another language.
Towers that touched the sky now crumbled where they stood. Concrete rivers have…
Tell me about the foxgloveand how it stands, tall and pink,in the green…