Into my ceramic bowl,little spirals of pasta — twirl.The aroma rises rich and…
The language of longing takes shape, sometimes in soft murmurs, sometimes as a…
Without you, my world dims, shadows stretch long, and the laughter are hollow. The perfume of my…
Knife hands, clenched tight as hell-hounds guard my throat, bloodshot eyes — open still…
In the spaces of my mind, I gather the pieces of my spirit, shards of dreams scattered like autumn…
“Embrace the moment,” the mentor said, “let go of the past,” wisdom that drips…
You can’t disown me — I live in the spaces between your words, the pauses where…
In these restless, endless hours do shadows claim your heart, whispering their hollow…
