years and years later, a neon lit cheerful looking museum enshrines,  memories- silver and black faded  photos of human faces; preserved in their emotional intensity. a careful study for all to  observe and consume. purple flowing rivers, black dahlias blooming in crystals, simulated fifth dimensional…

IV. Dreaming in birdsong dreaming in birdsong to learn the tune Did the birds teach us to sing around ancient fires –   our first grounded gutural utterances – elevated.  

Soft yet outspoken. Demure yet dangerous. Cultured and Clever. Kind yet curt. Frank but not ever fiction. Confident and curious. Humble yet Honest. Solid yet flexible.

I wandered deep into the only living forest to find this —a narrow rusty box that, in the glare of the sun, revealed a List of Friends a scroll of photos hearts and smiles Are these my earthly ancestors? my nubile antecedents who Talked of…

Looking back a hundred years At 2025 It’s crazy to imagine How it felt to be alive   Walking through these city streets That used to be so grand Now tattered picket signs And ashes cover up the land   The Women’s War they called…

From this time I will not cry. I’m making my mind. I will go for a time travel, From this stage to 100 years later. That is the vision- To accomplish my mission. 3022 year will be adorable one. There will be definitely a new…

100 years ago, I never would have thought that we would be exactly where we started Dreams of new Beginnings were something I held onto for so long Now I just look back and wonder how did we get this way How did we fail…

Once again, Paris is engulfed. It started with a nice hotel in the 13th. Only the customers were the catalyst, not fire. The attitudes, mentality, crimes going off like time bombs, all taking hold of les medames et monsieurs here. This beautiful city of love…

Shades of memory play on in my mind, some a mere shadow of thought still lingering, faint reminders of past echoing on in the haunted corridors of a waking dream

A monochrome view lies before me of the month I most dread Memories attack around every corner, and I am forced to relive those most treacherous pains every year. Every June. As I force my way forward, I try to allow room for light. I…