[tabby title="Poem"] The days turned to nights, then to weeksThe weeks gave their nods to the monthsThe boy said I am, so I amBut the words that won’t come said: Are you?Are you the teller of the stories?The god that...

[tabby title="Poem"] an era past the Renaissance,earth birthed mystery.it was a tumult where brownish bronze eggs hatchedand gold feigned scandiumand roots rotted to Sheoland skins melted under the blazingwhite cry of Heavens. a generation,rising with brains with extended braids.ticklish tongues,probing...

[tabby title="Poem"] At the garden gate, the roses lean,Where silence grows and leaves are green.A fence too short to truly hide—Still, no one dares to step inside,Where tidy paths have long been seen. We honour roots we never chose,Old shadows...

[tabby title="Poem"] I know I can't stop looking at him or for him in a room.I want to respect his space but watch him as he ponders and gazes off into the skyline.Wondering his wonders.What beautiful thoughts are swirling in...