Posted on February 24, 2016March 5, 2016 / Poetry The Statue Solid masses of raw dreams, And Midas made me a God, As I fell through gilded pages. And gold cascades down in streams, Applause and the people awed, ‘Twas the swift work of mages. Peasants fix their mangled seams,[....] Read More00 Tweet Share
Posted on February 24, 2016February 24, 2016 / Haiku Remember The sun disappears, Remember the moon phases, All life one day ends. [....] Read More00 Tweet Share