Plagiarism

by ddavidd

Plagiarism
is the vice of those...

A letter to father

by aldo Kraas

In the quiet moments, I find my heart,
Whispers of worries as shadows depart...

Outgrown by His Own Image

by BOB GALLO

They would not let God
into His own house...

Manifesto (1) 1

by aldo Kraas

I live in Toronto
For 46 years now...

Let the king of my heart

by aldo Kraas

Let the king of my heart
Wash my soul...

The Paradox of the Hook

by ddavidd

Why does the dead fish still stir
toward the unbitten bait...

Marlene (1) 1

by aldo Kraas

Marlene you are God's child
Marlene you lived a long time already...

Peggy's cove

by aldo Kraas

When I was a little boy
I used to make...

The Inversion

by BOB GALLO

The hourglass narrows—
time’s throat swallows lies...

The Shape of Time

by BOB GALLO

B is the echo of A—
a ripple born in time...

Remember?

by ddavidd

In the end,
you are the ultimate victims...

Too Much

by ddavidd

He said:
How can you be one of us...