As Yet Unwritten When does poetry unfold? Does it unfold the moment I lift my hand, lift a pen, let it drip, dip into ink, paper, water, wood, sand, stone […]
Unlock my luck secrets bound in chains and locks trailing, brushing against five fingers and thoughts in trains of mindlessness over matters, light and heavy. When your strapping arms open […]
Even Tonight does not have to end after twelve even if morning comes a split second after while you are at the other side of the world your evening is […]
After a few months of make-believe, several erratic days, hours of missed sleep, minutes of breathtaking encounters, seconds of loving, I choose to move on. I recall telling you […]
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