at bedtime
my eyelids...

The sun does shine when there are no clouds in...
Yet whose to say that the sun does not shine as...

Dear reader,
eons ago, I used to sing...

Do you know why you love her poems so much?
Because just like you, she is a beginner...

When your blankets refuse to warm you up
and your pillow stops letting you hug it tight...

If you see her - a woman, walking towards you,
embrace her, hug her, kiss her; she's your...

Walking on a sidewalk
while looking straight ahead...

Shoot.
The sky is purple. Tints of reds and blues...

Once upon a time, at the museum, every painting...
Written by:L.L...

Should I say it?
Should I...

Why must I write using imagery?
Should I paint words as if those words...

Who would have known
that a mere hourglass...