Poem

Harvest Time How fond I am of farmers and farmland grand and tilled, With sprouting stalks of yellow corn and…

Woman On The Hill Upon the hill she stands seeing from a muffled distance the world below her lazily unfold…

Between Dusk And Dawn They ask why I like the night? Why I shun the day and the light? And what can I really…

The Food Chain He looks; The world is not what he wanted but different: Another reality. Unsychronised,…

Audrey Kessedjian I find myself alone at midnight, outside And find a living heart beating on the ground…

Struggles Of The Fly What is the point?  The purpose? What reason is there to be? When as far as I can see...…

Blind Fists A stranger wraps his arm’s about my waist, cold shivers run up and down my spine,"They will…

Here She Is Peepshow girl, bedroom goddess, busty lusty gem Stripped of nylons and grayed tweeds Her hair…

Foundations The dust  and inconstant glaciers  the dust  and the slow the immovable  the dust  the…

Flowers BloomFlowers bloom in a riot of outrageous colors- hot the summer’s breeze.Life moves with a…