on a bus near you...
eye am a recording devicespecial filters of my own prejudice. eye live in various bus stops where punctuation of life moments need not be, are …
18/F/Where minds go to dream
"Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before." - Edgar Allan Poe …
120/M/Nigeria
Love art,that's fact from poetry to pottery whether stretching or sketching be it painting or printing Not short not Tall Nor big or small proudly …
M/Ant-hard-ica
she inquires why I write so many poems, easy comes reply: It gives me a fantastic living, it makes and gives, each poem, a calculation, …
why does it matter?
“I've got a guilty heart, and a troubled mind. No matter where I go, you’re never far behind. I'd like to think that you've forgiven …
in the garden of Eden
sundial, of stone and bronze, wasting, weathered green, measurer of time in years; doomed to erode; and YET, the iris comes but for days, yet …