Within myself, within your gaze's view, A dual existence strives to bloom anew, Two facets of my...
Poetry
I painted my fingernails this morning.
They look even fresher under the traffic lights. Right now,
There’s nothing but the whizz of my car
And the bellowing echoes of my thoughts.
It’s raining.
A pitter patter of summer monsoon
Within myself, within your gaze's view, A dual existence strives to bloom anew, Two facets of my...
I wash my brain with laughter, or get it done at the library, where the books wait in...
With close to five hundred episodes, and over ten mostly uninterrupted years on-air, the...
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We will be winged pulsing feathers- not eagles but maybe hawks who take our eager love to...
She gives me fiction. It is mostly short stories; there are novels, however. Never have I...
“cheers” is it the tinkle of bottle meeting giddiness or the clinking of...
I love you in the rose petal’s powder in the knife’s pearl handle I love you in the sunbeam in the...