i’d love to live in a cabin a little way aways from other people, but not too far i want to wear a unbearably soft robe, warmed to my toes. i want to drink coffee tea hot chocolate   in a cutesy mug from a loved…

In the cupboard waits My favorite rescue remedies That mom used to make Packaged soup with extra noodles, yummy! And carbonated lemon lime soda for the tummy Grilled cheese on deck when nothing else would do All spelled comfort for me How about you?

Bleeding like a hanging pig still wandering these wastes sometimes forgetting what I’m searching for everyone says they’re out there in this bombed-out building or just beyond that dune underneath a steaming sewer grate and sometimes their evidence can be found in star arrangements discarded…

the humble watermelon red and juicy in its plumpness bought in abundance by my father   because I was fond of it brings alive his love and warmth, recites my parents’ endearing touch and their wishes of seeing me flourish   nurturing and nourishing extravagance…

Amidst vast universe The hut is resided With great pride Without any fear. Surroundings not in favor Still the hut is there With a new hope For showing way of life The great pleasure!  

“Father Time” is NOT: the gentleman I thought he was, as I timeless as I thought, kind to 30-year-olds, or 50-year-olds, or 70-year-olds. He was kind to 40-year-olds! 40 was my best year in human terms, and that was many years ago, truth be told….

1. Take a deep breath 2. Think about something else 3. Watch/read something 4. Smile  

His touch, gentleness. His breath, rhythm of my calm. Here, we are at peace.

It’s a mere creation Without any potion That ripe mango is here To see my poetry hut. At the very children’s  mart I want to steal fruit From the tree So proudly. That mango thief Is called by myself To do that To enjoy the…

If you only had one day?