The crimsoned branches of the plum… stretching out vertically, The pears’ luscious greens flutter… as the breeze tickles the branchin… The grape vine’s sprouting leaves

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

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

by: Imrogue She succumbed to the roughest touc… over and over again... She was aware, but remained still.… overwhelmed with repulsion...

scrabmled words in her head ss-stut- tering, garbled

I could see the lonesome tree. Under draping branches, I did see… Thou held thy straw hat; and waved it for a halt. Thy sweet whisper in my ear

I let you go, flying high, With other birds in the sky. Waving my hand goodbye while I stand here and cry. Today is a sad day

He hurled his contemptuous insult With regards to nothing. She played and danced with the tun… and they both roared in laughter. They smoked the house with thicker

I swim in my tears day after day while distant shore awaits quicksand to another realm. I balance on the rope across life’s ragged-edged cliff.

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

I dance with Rumi tonight Under the blood moonlight When the earth casts its shadow To the moon above, I rid my sorro… We talk about an ancient lore...

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

Today is a new day, but seems like a parody of yesterday’s event. Wait for a moment... for a wake-up call...

Gargoyles by Imrogue Grotesque layers horrifying, freakish to sight