You knowwho you are.Let's pretendI'm your psychologist,and we can walk through thisissue together. Go ahead. Pull down your trousers.Yes, your underwear too. Now, cruise over to the couchand lie down. Unbutton that crisp, cotton Oxford and open itso, I...

I started this notesomewhere in the middleof Chesapeake Bay…staggeringupper deck on a ferry named FANTASY,floating towards Foreverville.Your arms surrounded melike a memory,chestnut hair wildly dispersed,September chill on sky-mist stationary,your tongue on the creaseof my sticky envelope,tendrils of curls crossing the...

Soledad Libellule: The Poet of Ink, Silence, and the Sea Soledad Libellule’s poetry is not merely a collection of lyrical expressions—it is a lifelong meditation written in salt, fire, and ink. With over 300 poems carefully sculpted and refined, Libellule...

A rave, expression of unitypeople dancing under the starsgreeting the sunrisesongs on their lips, dancing feet Hell flew down from the heavenssinging, screaming, silencedancing, running, hiding Slaughter a partyparty a massacregala of inhuman tortureLives balanced on single breaths Souls captured, hidden awayForever...

  What is the point of living if you are truly not alive mere shadow in the world Existing unnoticed by anyone clothes mock starved skin mimicking touch only felt in dreams Passing through life silently there is no reason to speak and none wanting to listen Time passes,...