
2Six and a LOSS

1. Two six and a loss. Life happened and the ability to write poems became a toss. Memories fade like ink on worn pages. As time takes its toll, and…

1. Two six and a loss. Life happened and the ability to write poems became a toss. Memories fade like ink on worn pages. As time takes its toll, and…

I’m in a space where I’m too tired to convey my emotions into words, I’m looking so strong that no one would believe I need healing. I’m in that place…

For a certain kind that remembersThe workings of the tirelessly workingIn the fields, in the scenesNot despising the beginningsNot denting the winningsTo the one that sees with the earsOh! We…

Step. Cool earth cradles my skin, each pebble a syllable, inscribing messages to my sole. Step. The hum of the ground murmurs, “Come closer. Feel the pulse of the Maker,…

It is becoming mundane,At least, that is the hope,The way these very good devices,Are serving purpose and also becoming serious problems. It is common to sit hours around others and…

The result we see is what we speak ofHow it appeals to us is all we experienceWe do not remember what it tookYou paid a price?We do not care.So everything…

How good is your good If it’s only reserved for lovers? How good is your good If it always expects a return? How good is your good If the…