Alice in Wonderland

by writer

They say what I do is a dream,
an ideal world I live in, it seems...

What the flowers need

by aldo Kraas

What the flowers need
The flowers need the rain...

Whitehood

by ddavidd

I once saw a blackbird
carry me to the white firmament...

_ Metamorphosis

by BOB GALLO

They were stone
before they found divinity within...

Vertigo

by BOB GALLO

Nothing definite is definitely definite—
things are only relatively so...

The Idol of Love

by ddavidd

I thought life would end
in the carve of this lust...

Marionettes of Now

by ddavidd

An hour passed,
pausing time...

In the Weight of Words

by ddavidd

In the weight of all they say,
they reach weightlessness...

The Fruit

by BOB GALLO

It is utterly futile
to argue with yourself...

draft to be saved

by writer

Our meeting for me was chance,
while the world wrapped itself in the soft cheer...

The Guardhouse of Loneliness

by BOB GALLO

The guardhouse of loneliness—
where the truth of oneself unfolds...

draft to be deleted

by writer

Time slipped slowly
and all too rapidly until none was left...