Ignorance is Bliss – or is it?
“When it comes to family, we are all still children at heart.” She longed for hugs, Craved some love. Shooting stars were called upon to wish, The wishes of having a family. Dandelions...
Category: Poems
To Each Corner and Curve
TO EACH CORNER AND CURVE I want my veins to become a metaphor, for the roadways and routes in maps. I want my rucksack to become my closet, my life’s tidbits scattering in it...
What is He Like?
He’s like the warmth of a comforter on a nippy day. He’s like the first sip of the morning tea. He’s what a charger is to a cell phone with a 1% battery-life. He’s...
