The wide-spread smiles that paint their faces, the very essence of their embraces; just try to step back, their thoughts uncover— their love is empty as snaffled bubbles. The sparkling cloud around your roundness, the coloured cover that wraps your small frame; when I get closer, I soon discover— they burst in thin air as … Continue reading Bubbles


I’ll Begin to Fly

When the stormy wind strikes my scrawny home, when the trees can’t bear it’s devouring rage and the clouded skies prepare to rain, I’ll retreat one sec in two-step recline; Then I’ll spread my wings and begin to fly. If the mockingbirds up above me mob, if they dare attempt to splatter my blood and … Continue reading I’ll Begin to Fly