NIGERIA
A very well unknown verser, of four lines.
I am the artist who forgot.
I’m a Bengali in sombrero An Indian from Kolkata I live at a stone’s throw From where flows the Ganga.
Above the clouds
Tired and dried out Like So much salt cod Beckons me to the ocean Empty bottles
Virginia, US
Haughty.
MT
Searching for the cracks in reality
Mandiland
A small town monster who loves all flavors of art and tries to get my claws in as many kinds as possible. I love to …
NYC
Copyright ©2012-2016 Douglas B Simpkins All Rights Reserved. *An unconscious metaphoric writer who has everything to gain and nothing to lose. Inspiring 1 reader at …
30/F/VA
From my twenties-->thirties. “I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. Or I can go mad by ricocheting …