Stride The Ledge
Expats, PoetryStride the ledge And look down Way down Chaos of you Oceans of hue Suite of rigid Colors of a...
One Tiny Shoe
Expats, PoetryOne tiny shoe, With missing laces I cradle in my hand And hold dear Don’t worry he said, I...
The Old Gate
PoetryA rusted old gate Stood stately guarding nothing Only an open field of butter cups and daises And memories stretched...
When I look into your voice
Expats, PoetryWhen I look into your voice, I see peaks I see valleys I see reason behind the choice When it...





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