Snow My father was a drunk. He married my mother the month he came back from Russia with whiskey in his blood. On their wedding night, he whispered into her ear about jet planes and snow. He said the...
THINGS by Fleur Adcock There are worse things than having behaved foolishly in public. There are worse things than these miniature betrayals, committed or endured or suspected; there are worse things...
all i’ll want you to do for both of us is to be a light be to us a candle burn slow, with humility protect the hearts of light and fluid don’t melt and drip and die on me care less about...
the subjects are broken for they regret electing a king who can’t rule his own home one would have thought kings are fed with happenings so they digest his home – a mess; the kingdom too...
all I might have hated about myself I read on people’s lips, eyes and their gestures all what a man should not be I saw in people’s daily lives all of who I am and I’m not...
A Dying World, lost in Smoke-filled screenplays Ploys, plots of darkness Celestial congestion Political disaster Hell preaching saints and saviour Save yourself from this messiness, Merciless tongue...
darkness lies in their light so they wander in frail emotions to them, every word is a wave of the sword they wear their eyes a lens of choices and adorn their lips with sentiments their ears choose...
it’s hard to applaud when others win and you don’t, the pain lies beneath your skin yes, it costs more than a dime to wait and carefully climb. but before the turn is yours- clap and grin...
Yesterday I promised to do well to convince someone is to cast a spell so I rowed my conscience boat appeased myself with this note: “to get to heaven, we go through hell.” so, to live...