Stony petals of a flower bloom in the cold eyes of the sun.   once flushed in pinks, the blossoms of my youth have wilted and froze.   Glacial beads of blood drift down my face until these venal rivers are bloodless.   Within is darkness to which...

Knock-knock, no need to open doors.Keep your seats warm while i traverse the floors.I’m your best friend when in need of comfort. Yet your worst enemy when you drift to slumber.Eeny, meeny, miny, moe. The time for games is...

“THE untold want by life and land ne'er granted, Now voyager sail thou forth to seek and find.”  Walt Whitman  In the way  piano plays in an empty room, trains hold commuters  as travelling hearts in skin baggage, poetry passports are open to declare  Steel...