I got the idea to write this after viewing the film, "A Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood."
The woman sat in her rocking chair with a look of indifference on her face. No longer was life and death a fascination for her, for she had lived and died with a keen memory of it for ...
Melody, that tired old woman of mu… Wandering aimlessly from here to t… Looking for an avenue to the music… With an empty heart but progressiv… With an ear to hear the worn out p…
Sharks Aquatic sharks swim about Looking for their prey Danger can be spotted As a warning to keep away
Hands From the dust of the ground he aro… With appendages reaching out and Moving his body wherever he desire… Thus, he became the image of his c…
Words, thoughts, ideas, philosophy… eternal reverberations in the air from the mind, the tongues, the Aristotles, the thinkers, the philosophers, the theologians,
Lithesome fingers swaying in the s… attached to heavenly hands and arm… attached to the sisters of the elegant order, blow perfume clouds
The guns of Corona firing at will… crimson bullets of microscopic proportions dipped in poison, the tainted blood of the whores
Passion streaming, colors gleaming into the sweet air among the jasmi… the tears of heaven, of pure bliss… the sadness, the pain, the ecstasy… blue passion living in the eyes,
A deep meditation on life, a look into the reason for living, the consecration of all religions, the pursuit of love, a philosophy to suit the findings…
My oh my, how my smart phone grew, that cute wittle plastic thing in the window, stuffed inside a dainty pink case, that called out to me when I passed by, “Please buy me and take me ho...
“I am the ruler of the bottle cap capper men. What I say goes. If you don’t like the way I fasten the caps on the bottles, you can go to hell. If you are too weak or too stupid to figur...
What kind of line are you? Do you curve around and entangle yourself with yourself with no end to your travels? Do you tell a story about beauty, the way it flaunts itself in all its ...
My soul bid me to look past man’s devaluation of his own self and find the dignity in him that he had lost sight of. I’m to be a prospector looking for gold. The gold in him is that fo...
Harbingers afore the early spring, Messengers of the busy clouds that… The Boreal breath of winter’s wra… Floating down along Khione’s path Through corridors lined with cryst…
As I stood in the spring of my yo… when words flew at me like humming… an influx of language from alien p… got inside my bones sealed tight, summoning me to pay close attentio…