Blue dreams and the river seems to flow Night gleams through a swarm of skeletal…

If you try to divide by zero, it will split like broken glass. It will…

The tongue was his barrier. He spoke not of my language but one of his…

guava tiny little watermelon-lime wrinkly light green old woman skin ruddy pink flesh with off-white…

Puppet strings, they dance above                    …

Follow the beaten road Where flickering street lights line the way There you will find…

The world is dirt Yet I’ve seen the greatest of flowers Spring up from its…

a caterpillar inches along my windowsill. thunder murmurs in the distance, excited by the pattering…

The lion lies In hopes someday It will grow wise The lion dies But the…

His mane blows in the August breeze lurking for prey he’ll never seize he won’t…