Up on screen I hear them scream,
bright and vibrant, happy and sad...
you never cared for blueberries,
even when they were fresh, a deep purple...
Poetry
If you were a river, I’d like to immerse in your...
I wish I had more answers,
but first, I would need the...
My mother's shadow haunts the hallway wall
Draping over pictures where our relatives stand...
Worshiper and idol become one in the end.
At last...
We are dreaming without me and you,
gasping oxygen from the bubbles...
I have seen THE horror
of where the truth...
What if we're asleep
for we're the errants of this...
Flow means this moment.
Now flows like a candle light...
I write haikus for
folks can't hear heart unless...
In the even scales
of fangs there are no justness...