They ask me,what's my favorite dessert?Is it cheesecake with blueberries?Or is it lemon tart or cake? Is it a pile of sugar that decides my fate?My personal preference,but I love tiramisu.The oh so creamy layers. And the coffee and rum within.It...

The sun loved the moon very much.They always switched places and such.Night and day,they conquer all the way. And they keep the balance together.But one day,the sun went on one knee.She asked,oh my moon. Will you come and marry me?Will you...

Living this Dream   Through the looking glass of   The dream of:   You. Sharp movement of pen upon pearl white page.You practice the practice of poetry, craft of crafts. Connecting to portals of existence, everywhere a window.   Shutting out the sound of silence, accessing the words of the wilds, molding the...

Living this Dream   Across arid airs and vast wastelandsLayered lairs, places - without care or cares. Tis there – Where A hand picks up a pen Eyes, poetic wheels, beginning to spin Upon a poetic wheel:Giving it a   Spin. A battle on   The frontiers of self. To lose   Or   To...