That was thenand now it’s overall that was is gone for good—the honey days and stinking cloversdrifted by as well they should. Now time trickles slowly byforming spikesand stalactitesin that frozen caveyou call your heart. That was thenAnd now it’s overthere’s no more...
My poem ‘The Night Before Doom’s Day’ has been published on Spillwords.com . Many thanks to the Editors for the selection. I am honored! This poem is the first in a trilogy I wrote about our Corona days. Watch the #spokenwordpoetry video of this poem...
It is dark.The sun sunk behind the trees a plume of pink clouds sail lazily byfadinginto the distance–It’s dark. A brood of birdscall and chatter in the leaveswhistling lullabies as they cuddle in for the night.It’s dark.I wish you were here tonightI wish...
I want to love you on a summer evening to dance deliriously on the beach with you I want to see the moonlight on the waterthen watch the sun chase clouds into the blue. I want to feel your eyes gaze upon meas I stretch so slowly on the sandI want to feel you touch me...
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