In the depths of slumber I find my way through the passage of night.
seeking you — House of Heart
Tag: Poetry
Paper doll — Shreya Vikram
In the end, it is your heart that will guide the knife to your throat.
There is no scene — To Dad With Love Poetry
In which I would rather be wrapped Than this one: 8pm on a Saturday Sitting at my writing-corner Comfortable in a closet of organised mess Leather of the reading-chair cracked in places The cellphone sleeping A pen poised In it I get to think About the evening fog draped In folds from trees Leaves falling […] … Continue reading There is no scene — To Dad With Love Poetry
Mob Haiku: The Usual Suspects — Book ‘Em, Jan O
From the Crew Archives: Joe Guns, Frankie Fist, Tony, Sal the Suit, Dino Dogs, Chef Boy Ar Dee. Copyright © 2019 Bookemjano – All rights reserved For more Mob Haiku, please see Pasta La Vista, Baby: Mob Haiku to Die For, and More Pasta: A Second Helping of Mob Haiku to Die For, and other … Continue reading Mob Haiku: The Usual Suspects — Book ‘Em, Jan O
There is no scene — To Dad With Love Poetry
There is no scene — To Dad With Love Poetry
Estuary
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Moonshine — lovestrucksatire
As she closes her eyes comes the white light, Takes her to hundreds of miles, Where lives the moons and stars of her life.
Starting a day! — The aspiring, we
Starting a day in a nutshell - The aspiring, we
Engleza de joi/ Lurk
“You must write every single day of your life… You must lurk in libraries and climb the stacks like ladders to sniff books like perfumes and wear books like hats upon your crazy heads… may you be in love every day for the next 20,000 days. And out of that love, remake a world.”
–Ray Bradbury
