Narrative

In Italy
When you order your meal it sounds like
Sophia Loren
Reading a menu with a...

When the Raven no longer fflies ,
And the sky turns pale.
A shadow slowly enters
your...

I OPEN MY EYES TO A WORLD UNKNOWN
AND IS IMMEDIATELY WELCOMED BY FEAR
EVEN THOUGH CRADLED IN...

They can no longer sabotage us wasn’t because neighbours hear what the outer worlds do not, but the inner...

some things are just too painful
too hurtful to speak of
the process of forming descriptive...

Spirit
I seek solace, recourse in you
I do not know your name
I do not know your face...

She met him at a singles bar
And could not believe her eyes,
It could've been Adonis
...

An angel held my hand once,
when my heart was dark and sore.
I was stuck in such an awful...

A dim song sung darkly
through a looking glass not intended
to be used for human awareness...

Gleaming metallic scents pierce the air
the smell, a vibration from the bell
ringing in my...

I heard feet
Thousands upon
Thousand of feet
Marching
Through the streets....

The impact, you ask?
Of the lonesome walk?
Of not being able to express yourself?
Of...

every cloud has a silver lining…
every tribute; a golden explorer-
wind whistles as beauty...

Today at work I almost ran into a lady
And as she passed me by
I said “Oh excuse me, please...

He wants me
to sit down
and write a poem
but my hearts done hemorrhaging
now...

I stumble awhile, insisting with every step the path is clear
I’ve smiled awhile, ignoring the times...

I have arrived alone
to this afternoon
there are hardly any flowers
the daylight is...