Turn me into a driftwood... to drift towards the shore. On the sand I’ll lay; Don’t let waves carry me away. When the sun comes up,

December months bring rains and st… They are called monsoons. A child trotted along behind her They trudged muddy thoroughfare, Searching a place of communication…

Saturday visit to the marina was a lovely reminder of yesterday… We were greeted with handsome craf… Each tide’s rise and fall lulled t… crafts like babes in cradles

Borrowed Time By: Imrogue In time, memories fade... but, I… Some memories may pain me and some… I am graced with borrowed time and…

The Drying Tree By: Imrogue Pine needles brittled— The tree’s tall—remains upright— So still and hopeful—

It was December morn, aboard the ferry to where I was bo… It’s been ten years and I dreaded… to my sweet, ancestral home. Saltiness in the air,

Along the dark alleys, Through their constant lies. Among bigots and hypocrites. Knives on his back as they spit On the ground he bellowed from the…

By: Imrogue Flickering lights illuminated my way through the tunnel of sorrow. Coldness in the night

Sitting on the rock, Continued his pleading croaks. Princess, where are you?

With your mystical gaze Love hovered so divine. In your amber-brown eyes, The warmth... I felt as you gazed upon mine.

I saturated my being with all thei… I swam across the thoughts they sh… Finding the meaning of it all... Will there be one? I wondered. In the remnants of my memories,

I have a secret to tell you. a stranger appears in my bedroom mirror every waking moment. He looks at me intently...

What does inspire you? Is it the thought of someone who suffers from illness, from grief of misfortune, a lost love, a spell?

Hopscotch, bean bags, kick the can and Double-dutch Jack with stones

Her young soul shrouded with apprehension. A short trip home was like a million miles away. She rushed into the room