Speculations
When sleepy eyes of the night hand over charge of our world to bright-eyed sunrays, what…
When sleepy eyes of the night hand over charge of our world to bright-eyed sunrays, what…
Perchance you notice the Rose that was in my ceramic vase, read it not as a…
Bitter oranges hang from trees Like solitary dervishes Spinning through balmy Mediterranean nights… Comfortably numb oranges…
This is a dead wood its colour ash We walk through it holding conversation like hands…
I know a girl who has a big mole on her right cheek. She lived some…
Earth taught me to live with all, to outlive all, to evolve from season to season…
Cold islands of clouds float in the sky. The fire red horizon melts into the stream….
Red blood drips from the Sun’s wounds and flows from the horizon unto these silent shores….
1. The walls of your palace are made of snow. The game of reason is cold…
Butterflies are artists who fly around with paintings in both the hands They exhibited paintings to…