A potter’s wheel spins with a rattleset in motion by your long wooden stick.I squat low on a nondescript stoneyou look on from opposite. My bare feet is red like the sand below,As I intently try to shapethis lump of
Race Tracks #OctPoWriMo
If you are standing at a station of my life As a witness, jury or judge You might presume I stand still Since I am forever in a speed test A race with time on tracks that run parallel Time,
Claustrophobia in the name of abundance
Accumulation of a bric-a-brac army nine million and one strong displace air from the room. Who needs air when you have things? more bric-a-brac buy two get five, free free free you can afford it, everyone else has it, buy
Lobsters #OctPoWriMo
We hardly said Hello to each other this morning. I served your meal with my eyes filled to the brim with work. I dint pause to see you. You were immersed in your own music and words. Do these words
Questioning love #OctPoWriMo
The theme today is love. And I did not know I had so much to say about it:) Can you feel the timbre of love in the depth of the blind singer song? Does the pitter-patter of the sleeting rain