The dying star bled dismally as we floated around it. If one were to trace our path , the lines … More
Tag: art
Damage Control
the question of reputation in the social, such that every move assumes measure, in terms of what is revealed… entry … More
The World and Fantasy
Gathering a poem that spurt out with a gentle strumming of nylon strings, I find myself, leaning against the wall, … More
Ecstatic
I have been disciplining my fingers for the longest time to suit your methods. My fingers have been following the … More
Thinker’s Hand
I saw a thinking man ciphering the shiver of his thoughtless hands as he walked to here from nowhere … More
counting leaves
two leaves… only two leaves… two leaves! More than two leaves… three leaves… not that many leaves… less than four … More
friend, hand and heart
why have you been hiding your hands behind your face, my friend… your eyes are beautiful, but it is your … More
Shivering Moon
It was a strange day, I remember… water dripping upwards… no one seemed to notice it though, only me… … More
Old Man or Eyes and Lies
I caught him looking at me when I opened my eyes, grandpa. I had been aware, that he was looking … More
Flying and Embarrassment
There is a belief hereabouts, that the worst of the lot should be tossed out of the window, with no … More