Life at Midnight
When the wind is breathless, the raindrops loud, and the trees swing from side to side; midnight The tender whisper of a loved one’s voice… Read More »Life at Midnight
When the wind is breathless, the raindrops loud, and the trees swing from side to side; midnight The tender whisper of a loved one’s voice… Read More »Life at Midnight
What if I put it in colors, I said, staring at the hundreds of unused color pencils resting on my table. Actually, what if I… Read More »The Feeling You Just Keep Feeding
There are friends who want you to stay Friends who want you away Friends in distress Friends in happiness Friends from childhood Friends you just… Read More »The Ones Who Stay, The Ones Who Go Away
Her nights are blue, but not just any blue; it is the darkest of all hues. By her bedside she keeps her booze, drowning her… Read More »Deep Blue Nights