Category: Poetry

    Today, the pages and the books are speaking, and the words they dance! each letter...

  “I have been here before, but I do not remember why.”  The river stretches before me,...

  The crisp water rides its way up the smooth sand and then retreats, leaving a unique foam I...

  ventnor city, new jersey    in the long stripe of setting sun,  at the hour...

    It starts- My footsteps  enter the rose-garden, it withers with every step...

  A mirage along scorching deserts is an illusion that makes the faint heart flutter.  ...