I will live in the in-between land where the far-off murmurs of the crowd give me company while I tell stories to myself. I will build a hut in the fringes of fraternities and forests, where I’ll plant a garden for the deer and demons. I will write poetry from treetops for the life of Read more…

Had the oceans stopped crashing on the rock Or had the birds stopped flying? The world did nothing more but talk So why should I bother faking? I am flawed, and I bleed tears What do others do when they sense fear? I feel alive at dusk and wither in the dawn Is it fallacious Read more…

The path forks and twists and bends As it muddles you with clouded thoughts Sensing your trepidation and pang Should you dare take the leap of faith Or unsheathe your blade   For some it is uncharted and unkind While others find it monotonous Lying politely ahead of you It stands there to be trampled Read more…