Is it not strange to feel something so strongly that it consumes everything from your drunkenness to your dreams. I… Read more Dream, Scream, etc.
Charming, you present me your presence withholding the lines, nary a complete you a ghost to my touch, a shadow,… Read more fever; momentariness
What had been the most eager subject of our wonderment was shadows, and shadows of all kinds… we would see… Read more What Wasn’t in the Shadows
Pebbles in a brook A brook in a forest A forest in a book The book begins to breathe Waking… Read more The Forest in a Book
A dispute broke out between the fans of pink hornbills. There were two major views that claimed their minds. The… Read more The Dispute Between Pink Hornbill Fans
I listen closely to the evening and search for the feeling in her heart. She looks back into my eyes… Read more Hello Death. This is my Poetry.
It is as if he does not really belong here, as if he is a ghost who has somehow been… Read more His Being Anachronistic
Pixalated, a picture persists Narrating neverlandish tales I watch as memory fails The pixalated picture resists I watch as it… Read more An Urgent Story of the Story