Feel the rough textured Canvas. It feels empty. Just close your eyes and feel it. Without even glancing at the canvas, It feels white Like fresh, untouched snow or a pile or table salt. Feel the layers of Dried oils On the pallet. Its texture…

  Silence falls tonight, my eyes unable to see my lovely silver orb of light. I see no heavens, no earth, no beacons of light, shining from millions of miles away in the celestial seas of unknown delights.   So many unknowns I’ve dreamt about,…

I feel the Vibration Of bass and tamber echo Through my bones As I breathe in breaths of Pink moscato. With curtains open, Open wide like blue Caffeinated eyes, The world can see us Dancing Bare-legged and laughing. There are passing eyes Moving with the…

Privet is Hello in Russian. Greetings to all the marathoners and readers. I am in my late 20’s, working in the hospital. From dabbling in rhyming, I was inspired during ‘If Walls Could Talk’ poetry open mic KL to write again. My two friends and…