CASTAWAY skies bristle to midnight to sleep in the shadow of the barn with homesick dreams and pourquoi tales lost among the furious...

1. A Love Poem by Ahab1 Candomblé2 Only a stupid poet3. . . could think a poem, capable of capturing your beauty! The honey of the...

Stories I Cannot Tell Here’s the story I want to tell—each morning I got up before dawn to make the fire and cook rice, and while the...

ABOUT THE ONE WHO ONCE HELD MY HAND..... Now that our story is heretofore done and dusted May I wangle my way into finding the courage to...

I have cheated death, again and again; for punishment, I lose at love, again and again. we hike up New Hampshire’s Stinson Mountain on...

And the guilt sticks, like oily black mud on the soles of your shoes Walked through the house, ugly stains imprinted, reminders of your...

Mature Age Student The earth is crying like it’s lost a fake Rolex it believed was real based on the glistening multitude of assurances...

Tide ebbs, exposes the rocky shore and the stranded detritus of the voyage. The smell of the sea lingers, like the memory of an evening...

I wake and hear birds calling the day into being. It drifts like steam from my morning coffee, into my mouth. Summer is a lump in my...

Swarming vibes of hope I seldom thread from this swelling beach of Chennai – The Marina, shore lined by families and friends, lovers and...

STILLNESS Of what use is the roaming of your thoughts in a desert field. of what use is your calling and screams. the only fillet holding...

Pissing in the Bushes I’ve just seen a man piss in the bushes Opposite my house. It’s the same place the school kids hide their cider. An...

Beautiful birds that brighten dull and gloomy British winters With weird and wonderful names Were those who named them drunk or starving?...