His flesh more hot Then fever touch The sickness swam Deeper touch Exorcised sound within Resonate on wall too thin Carried out, that deep desire Pleading, set my soul in fire If all we have Is here and now Don’t unlock me Give my bow

She sits near a window and never knocks, though you know she’s always at home. Spinning, weaving, making time by measure of her lengthy thread. Little delicate creature of black, why do you hover so? Peering through my window frame, do you dream of warm…

Alone in my room, you sat on the wall, waiting. Next to my bed. I turned on the light And flinched at the sight of you. You are not ugly. I flinch anyway. Alone in the house, Alone but for you. In the place where…

Spiders come in big and small Its legs so long and hairy. (ew!) Eight of those legs they use to crawl To find me where I hide.      I gasp!           I bolt!               …

The forge could not contain his fury. The heat of a thousand suns pale before his eyes. The strongest gale quells in his presence. The lightning, his own dominion, fears his coming wrath. The thunder god is loose. He comes to bring wrath and justice….

Let spring exhale and breathe colour into me; unfurl its petals, rippling leaves and thick, sweet green until I am heady with the beauty that envelops me and my heart blossoms in reply.

  Crawling in its webs Looking  for preys Lurking in the dark of night Brightness in a day Wishful things happening A spider in its brooding Awaiting meal for its life Moving for the kill A spider     © Roy Mark Azanza Corrales 06082017…

It starts with the letter “A ” And sings like a bird I don’t know from whence it came but to follow it I went down Oops! I didn’t mean say,  “What the…..” l’ll turn around now and the other way walk.   Credit: Emily…

8. Not a day, week, month year goes by that I Don’t think about the weight of the experience you carry I was not there, how could I have been, I hadn’t been given your Existence yet. Your soul was not made apparent to me,…

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way… – Dylan Thomas, ‘Do not go gentle into that good night’ We tend to ignore those who play it safe; the wild among us celebrated…