The birds have gone to sleep There is no moon to behold I hear a distant sound of a dog barking And the sudden rush of a car passing by In case you’re wondering where I’m at In Malaysia my lovelies where dusk has arrived…

Sunset hues  creeping up to palette the evening sky. The Sun descends in the distance. A pandemonium of parrots perched high among the branches of the almond tree are camouflaged   with the  color of leaves. The sun sets: it’s time  for them  to fly…

Window wide open It’s still dark outside Wee hours of morning Let’s go outside and walk step into the present moment inaugural view of The Marathon finishing morning This is the best views in town, understand that all things change impermanence lasts Hence calling it…

Returning to thoughts of moist earth, the thunderstorm has come and went, Its smell hinted before the first poem I wrote And now here, composing the last poem for this day, I write of the puddles it left outside my window. I write for the…

It is 5.30 pm on a breezy Sunday evening with the branches and leaves of tall trees dancing outside my window. The air has a fragrance of moist Earth, lingering from recent rain shower People are walking, couples side by side Children are accompanying their…

24 The City Sleeps by Paul Robert Sanford Traffic on Brush Street has slowed from 2000 an hour at rush hour to a speeding car every few minutes. A bus goes past on its way to the Greyhound Station The pointed evergreens are a black…

So much changed this year – My horizons were rearranged When the fancy new build Drew curtains across my field of vision And the old lifeboat station was taken away Bit by bit, Day by day, I can still just about see the ocean, Pretentiously…

I understand the fear of silence I now choked down the thought Spent waiting in anticipation For other shoe to drop Hidden in that void Where soul should find it’s asleep Instead is deafened mind In pounding of heartbeat Raw nerve vibrate Staccato on the…

Monsoon yearly comes Clouds over the desert From the mountains comes Riding winds down slope Rain to bring new life Plants open to chance   Will this day be theirs? Two months it does lasts Storms this way and that Some years none falls here…

  Tea   I invited you to my place to drink a tea together. I liked you and wanted to be with you, but you told me clearly that you came for tea only.   I was so disappointed that I swore to myself that…