A Nurtured Love-Song…

abstract flutters burgeoning within enceinte realms of amnion like echoing whispers of butterflies'graffiti-wings, or stilted hiccups of fractured lyrics of a love song undone by life as a broken string of soft opalescence, are reminiscent of volatile fluidities of splashed daffodils laughter on wool-clad spring morns still peppered in silver frost. I feel a heart …

Eulogies to the Forgotten…

1.Orchids within scaling crusts from oft ignored arms of silent benevolence, flimsy roots spread as octopus tentacles, struggling for survival: sapping vitality from dying sinews of antiquity, lost within misty recollections of frenzied storms of old- to blossom into vibrant hues, breathing exotic scents and wearing with panache, illusion of unsullied dewy, innocence- unknown to …

Thoughts Brewed in my Kitchen

tea leaves bleed aromatic synonyms in water as it bubbles to fill piquant anticipations in gaze of lethargic, mist-draped winters, poured into chiseled transparencies, insinuating russet delights of sweet apple cider. cookie crumbles voicing soft innuendoes of honeyed pleasures, unheeded by a tongue rolling in hurriedly munched bites tinged in caffeinated sips as preoccupations enshroud …

A Day At the Cafe…

sitting sipping caffeine laced warmth from Styrofoam cups filled in the machine's trickled faceless brew, my eyes rove, drinking in the scenes unfolding in snippets like a collage of live snapshots from a medley of lives meeting at another crossroad. a girl in polka dots and freckles her pigtails limp as her sagging spirits, sits …

A Priceless Gift

subtle fingers of mist coveryesteryears in sighs with cracked edgesand sepia footprints are leftby filtering recollectionson the bosom of tranquil moments- transient scribbles of reverielike the hues of fading crepuscule.distant echo of words long forgotten is revived by lethargic solitude interwoven withwith threads of recapitulations,as seemlessly snippets of long erased past unfold in burnished syllables of the old.I remember …

My Routine Weekly Meanderings

The relentless shriek of an impaitent alarm sounds to dozing consciousnesslike a poignant wail frombeyond the horizons of oblivion,the sun grumbles at my lazinessin heated syllablesthar filter through flimsy drapesand the madness of forced monotonybeckons while last crumbsof savored Sunday escape in a groaned expletive...its Monday again.familiar faces, distorted grins,the stench of stale garbage fills nostrilsdreaming of night …