Downstairs

I can hear

a homeless person

talking to himself

and you say

it's sad

watching someone  like that

I sit under a canopy of green with my brothers and sisters. It has been a long journey for each of us. We all come from different places and backgrounds but we are now family.

I wear...

Field ablaze with fire. People burning, screaming agony. Begging whatever god they believe in for help. Smell of charring melting flesh of the damned is a mushroom cloud around me. He see faces ...

it's funny that we attribute feral beasts 

to the boardroom, the underbelly of our shiny veneers.

but these "feral beasts" know nothing 

of greed, j...

The yearning for the 

Behold the forked tongue of the folktale: the girl is the wolf.

The berries were inflaming his nostrils. The scent was beautiful.

Just like her. Like little Red.

The one who never looked his way w...

Life is overflowing, without knowing that its pedantic,
Branded and remanded to the hands of the romantic,
Left alone it could grow...