The mosquito went on trial, Accused of being a pest And a nuisance And a vagrant Preying on human blood. The plaintiff made opening arguments: “Your honour,” they opened, “The defendant has taken numerous blood samples from my client without their consent. What’s more, the…

my current situation in words fighting the urge to sleep. the struggle is real. Hold on  frail heart we’re almost at the finish line. The light at the end of the tunnel is just in vision’s perception. Don’t measure the miles to cover or cower…

Mythic Tree in you and me. Yggdrasil of nine realms be. Whispering from ancient days, Tree of wisdom’s true pathways.   Ashvattha, the Bodhi tree— Enlightened Gautam under thee. Some say peepul is your name, Perhaps people are the same.   Ashvattha or Yggdrasil, Whisper…

Life is not fair, for those who come from the old country. I can barely remember my father but they say he was a fine musician, a beautifully accomplished violinist. Somehow he ended up in the barn, at 3 a.m., where he played one last…

All I see day after day are these same white walls, Or I escape from that room for a mere moment, Then I get to run down the same halls, Before being caught, dragged back, and served punishment. I get to sit here, feeding my…

It must first me understood how I got the name ‘little red riding hood’ commonly what is thought to be, is rarely what really IS, you see! whilst on my way through the woods up to-  on that particular day – I confess, no real…

A vision of beauty the rose can inflict a lifetime of pain The deepest of red and the softest of petals surround the thorns as it sharpens the scent of sweetness and captures the pleasant sorrow of late blossoms Creating delicate rhythms as one by…

An easy fix, this, with the very small words and easy banter- who could ever declare anything truly false The catch, is the desire to sleep is not worth the strain- of adding additional thought It was rough.  It is now not. The desire to…

VALLEY OF BONES I have stood upon the mountain tops. I have rested upon the wings of soaring eagles, their feathers of silver and gold a celestial pillow. I have lain slain in the valley of bones, death more than a shadow – holding my…