Wishes on the windLike Dandelions in the yardPotential secured within a fingertip pod…
a ‘Naani’ poem
A Cadillac wishmeandered into the cotton clouds, disappearedin the abyss
We hoist the anchor and sail awayWhen the sun goes down at the end of day And when we're out on the ocean deepThat’s when I know I don't want to…
how I managed my time and did what I love to do