I painted at your feet plaid in orange and blue, while you called me “whore” and “cunt,” your toes brimming like the koi pond pressed in concrete, center square of the shopping mall. Like, small eruptions, they blazed the fire of God’s scorching tongue dimmed…

sun through leaves my favorite green i told you and felt your light too

    Autumn red, and the silent leaves Release that rustle which is a scream for them. Rolling down the road too fast and it turns red; they scream. Crashed and on a gurney, he reaches for her hand; His red blood spills; she screams….

You may not realise this, but blind people, even those who’ve been blind since birth, still have favourite colours. In this poem I try to give an insight into how a blind person can relate to colour. My favourite colour is red. The last colour…

Maybe the grass is always greener, but at least it stays green White and yellow are another story White envies yellow and yellow white A sheet of white paper yellows with time Yellow paper bleaches white in the sun Case closed

I’d never seen anything like it before. I’d never see it again ever more. The way the light played through the glass. The way it changed as time did pass. Amazing, intriguing and delightful. I was so lucky to get a sight full. I could…

10 2017 Jury Duty Jury Duty by Paul Sanford “Off with her head” the queen cried. No jury trial here. But I am called for jury duty. I don’t want to order any heads cut off. Oh No, it’s up to me to decide. Who…

Everyone has a color. You’re not a person if you don’t. I don’t know what you would be if you didn’t but you should Pick one. Mine? Blue. My color is blue. Ultramarine to be exact. A glowing blue. One that makes the eyes feel…

Indigo, your blue haze and purple embers of grain Makes a lover’s oath of starry nights And yellow moons in shape of sunflowers waning in the winds Your azure hue brightens my mind’s eye to the limits beyond the skies Every speck of silver lays…

How can you explain the color red burning in its deep dark majestic shade to someone whose colorblind. Oh! How terribly unfortunate are they for they are unable to experience the passion of red. How can you express the beauty spread across lavender fields and…