The Immortality of Writers (an excerpt) Man Decays, his corpse is dust, All his kin have perished; But a book makes home remembered, Through the mouth of its reciter. Better is a book than a well...

Lot’s Wife by Anna Akhmatova: The just man followed then his angel guide Where he strode on the black highway, hulking and bright; But a wild grief in his wife’s bosom cried, “Look...

This is how we die Subtly First, peel off your feet from love then hurt the sun by piercing its eyes. If there’s still water in its heart, shake the skies remove the daffodils around your lies say...

The mask on the the masquerade. It was written that he got lost In the smoke or something that wasn’t his friend, But before the smoke and foe, Life had attempted squeezing life out of him. Like...

1. The poem has a slow rhythm 2. My favourite line is “Much of your pain is self-chosen, it is the bitter option by which the physician within you heals your sick self.” The reason is...

The plants can grow where they choose to sprout The birds can live where they decide to perch The wind can blow east to west or not The blue clouds cover every inch of the sky The rule of law does...

I have chosen to sleep at night But “assumptions” stresses my mind. Why will you say before you ask Or ask after you must have said? There are some wrongs that can be right But you can’t unring a...

#DelightfulDecember When this delight jingles a bell My heart takes a break and a breath See, this December smells like myrrh, Burns like frankincense And looks like the fresh leaves of Aloes This...

Where I’m from, Men ruled Till the first girl came with a brain The next followed with a better will, and the last exchanged hers for a library If given room, she can build a house It’s pure magic, a...

Soft thumps within my chest Easy breaths of sweet breeze Bountiful amount of joy to enjoy Less worries, fewer wars The blood that spurs me to life Blood, kin, and friends alike The glow; spark, smile...