Speak with me.
Look at me.
Mushrooms fall in circles
In this bright and open field.
Come with me.
And within seconds, he was gone.
Her tears rushed down his chest.
A painful cry filled the room.
I grabbed on to my pillow, comforting myself.
with beautiful scent, a gift
the room clothed with lifePrint PDF
The Waste Land II
Part I: The Resurrection of the Living
1978 is the year of joy, dancing
Sticks in a black abyss, bouncing
Balls search..Print PDF
I Am Here
I have been shifting in and out of consciousness as cars shift gears,
accelerating on the minds freeways of perception glimpsing myself ..Print PDF
are the most grotesque of all fruit.
They stare into me
as if I were looking down the gullet
of a squawking bird
with an open beak;
She brought me
into this world
for me, she
She was proud.
Wake up!… You city dwellers,
and laborers of the dollar;
Your senses have been blighted
till you can no longer smell the sea,
or hear..Print PDF
Strangers walk past us
Different shapes and sizes
Who are they truly?Print PDF
Feeling lonely, claustrophobic, stressed, nervous
Shaking, sweating, looking around constantly hoping no one’s looking
Wanting to hide