You may know everything about your closet Unless it has a door in which case, you will find that your closet may hold anything. Anything Because You Don’t Know What’s Behind The Door Oh, you may think you know, but you don’t know For Sure…

A young man stands still in the Soothsayer’s shack “It is not strength, but patience you lack” , the seer says beneath a tattered hood in a drafty cabin to the north of the wood The knight huffs and turns upon his heel but stops…

It was a closet, but not just any closet The wall at the back was fake And you could push it to the side If you knew the special way Behind the wall were treasures Stacked up decades high Shelves and shelves of memories Were…

heart attack, the words whispered from ear to ear sounded horrible, cruel condescending all i wanted was to rush into the room where my father lay hooked up and hold him close, tell him he was safe they were allowing no one in not even…

The congregation nod as the pastor “preaches” he decrees death upon women following other people’s husbands “Ride on Sir” Ejiro echoes   Now she turns to me gifts me an ear-to-ear grin then points with her gaze “that woman is sleeping with the husband of…

It’s in our nature to search for people quite like us Isn’t it? quite naturally or subconsciously We seek them out actively finding our comfort zones Though with an expanding world We’ve expanded our circles Finding similarities Finding differences Adapting, adjusting but still, But we…

A call I hear from inside of me Wrapped in my warmth, someone arrives Celebrate a new life, Life distinct in divine light Doors of horizon Welcomes the birth. Love and Hope Ushers Joy!!

Translated from the Lycan Book of Poetry And for what? Dictate to me, Wolf, vindicate me from the cell in which my soul hast died over and over What hast thou given? To such an ancient cause as the squabble between beasts! We are of…

We were wrapped in innocence In someone else’s dream Somewhen (in another time) But nothing’s ever as it seems The reality is the nightmare And innocence, the past So long ago I can’t recall When loss first came to pass For even as a child…

Sixth sense, powerhouse, she’ll tell it to you straight “You are beautiful.” “You are smart.” “You’re not told.” “It’s never too late to start.” Extra Kleenex, extra gloss, extra whatever it is that you need She’s got your back,  whether blood or you picked her…