Posted on December 20, 2016 / Poetry City of Trees And if nimble fingers could penetrate the dappled canopy I could touch light itself. Or to even brush the fingers of giants, tracing their palms with my fingers. I feel an understanding, a knowing. I too sway;[....] Read More00 Tweet Share
Posted on February 13, 2016March 5, 2016 / Micropoetry Roads All roads lead to you, Alas, out of fuel. How to travel through, Sans man’s pride and jewel. [....] Read More00 Tweet Share