Category: Poetry

I love you and I always will thanks for all the good times your smile and kindness meant so much...

  A passenger in the row behind calls me a bitch  for reclining my chair on our...

  With a stammering soliloquy, between her red teeth  In the old streets  She...

  Bangude Meen Skillet. Sizzle. Sputter Skin of the mackerel crisping Waft of vinegar,...

    In another life, in a faraway country on unfamiliar lands, we are good friends. I am...

  On the dark Mount of Olives, in a rain-jeweled copse above the garden, I removed my...