The Buffoon

we slipped past the street vendorsFarooq and I, afloat a dusty gustpast the suspiciously shady alleywaydodging the smell of urine…

Poetry Yearning Forest

Dear friend of my heart, do you still love poetry as you once did? the musty smell of old books…

Dear friend of my heart, as seasons pass me by I come to understand how poems which are so deeply…

Dear friend of my heart, It is that time of the year, of the autumnal feeling everyone seems to be…

Dear friend of my heart, You were the dusk when I first saw you; a stranger obscured by my unwillingness…

Dear friend of my heart, who wanders listlessly in the deserted streets of wakeful nights, searching for someone who would…

She rests her face on the moist earth and closes her big bright eyes. she lets out the most musical…

dear friend of my heart, I woke up from a strange dream earlier tonight. You were in the dream. Not…

Dear friend of my heart, Have you ever felt like you had been away for years, but now you are…

Dear friend of my heart, I feel the trembling of your lips on my skin when you try to hide…