Category: Poetry

Could this be the end? The moon is an outline of the last […]
Reveal to me the breath of the night sky, confetti of emotions— I […]
A soft glow in place of soured exists; fresh yellow lost, almost hidden […]
Wishes gone bad are as salt; hibiscus flowers charred and stripped of flavour— […]
Here I am in the midst of it all, not even a blue-black […]
Hanging delicately in the wind is hope of thousands, as days pass by– […]