I wonder if it was worth it in the end. Working vendor, out on a stand. Lost to a crowd …
Said yes. The time will pass anyways.
The wavering of our small sun, glazed orange through glass Blushing mandarin-watery, when I came out to greet it The …
Morning Orchestra
You sang a sonata of serenity. Each note a soft hum / kissed my eardrums. Morphed from the abyss of …
Rebirth
I close my eyes as I recall Our last moments together It’s only been a month since I …
The Smell
The smell. It comes from nowhere, no origin For whether it was being or illusion, Even metacognition offers no solution. …
Lament of a Fading Past
A Tour of Great Passing Red glares of flare enclose the browning sands, To sketch evenings with shades of swarthy …