Sensitive
Sensitive is simply how much you allow yourself to. To illustrate, a poem from long ago. Who do you suppose is being referred to here?
Poetry
Older And Wiser
“Does it get better?” she asks. She thinks because I’m older, I’ll also be wiser. Can I give her an honest answer?
SMS
1:25 a.m. is more Saturday night than Sunday morning, no matter what the calendar says. After a day of light drizzle or no rain, the clouds let themselves go again. For a few seconds all I can hear is the rain. Not the sound the ground makes as the water…
In and Out
I like to make a grand entry and a quiet exit.At events, in situations and other people’s lives. There’s nothing quite like making a splash since most people believe in first impressions. On the other hand, goodbyes for me, need to be quiet,Like they almost never happened..so perhaps it will…
Beautiful
You’re beautiful. For reasons I can’t explainI find my gaze pulled in the direction of youQuite incomprehensibly,I can’t think of a single intelligent thing to sayWhen you turn and smile at meAnd wait for me to behave like a normal human and respondBut I can’t. I’m lost in the wonder…
Fiction | Poetry | Pop Culture
Why Mona Lisa Smiled
Who is the Mona Lisa talking to?
It’s Either Forgive or Forget
How do you truly forgive when you cannot forget?
Midnight At New Year
An ode to my world at the stroke of midnight on new year. I look to all the corners to the people who matter to me and feel reassured in my contentment.
Moonlight Walk
A poem about a moonlight walk.
City | Home & Identity | Poetry | Pop Culture
Footprints
I see the footprints of hundreds of busy feet that walked before me.I see history being created….little histories, not major sagas.