I wrote this for the "Belt and Beyond" Magazine.
I have no words to say and no thoughts to think. I am a mute with no mind at all. I stare at my empty manuscript and long for inspiring words that enrich my soul and exalt my spirit. ...
On the day of the winter solstice, I see a tapering spire outside my window atop an old building
We of the brave and fearless sort, When our visions seem to be cut sh… When we stumble along the charted… We pick ourselves up, comes anothe… What is a storm but a prelude to a…
Sun Gods in the morning skies burning holes in the metal canopie… that cover up the beauty of the vi… that sleep through the night, climb up through the fissures of t…
I laughed, and I laughed, and couldn’t stop laughing. The story that I heard reached every crevice of my soul. It whisked me off in a purple carriage to never never land, founded by t...
A trivial seed of future’s promine… a scrap blown away in the teeth of… a wandering into another world, a love affair of the natural kind, an answered plea of nature’s longi…
Hallowed be the fragile space that dwells between man and wife. It is God’s blessing that holds the wisdom of all creation. It is a flame that ignites a lover’s kiss. It is beauty tha...
Time to dress up for the gala of s… Heralding in the new with life and… Every ear heedful to Mother Natur… Finds everything scurrying up to m… The grasses peaking up through the…
The villagers were frightened of the old man that lived in the woods in a cave. No one ever ventured there. They all imagined him to be a murderer, a thief, and all the worst that he ...
O beautiful woman mingling with th… who from her celestial lofted perc… breaks free from her heavenly home and swoops down upon the earth so… Her eyes are beacons that shine in…
Mother of life, I live from you, Your eternal throbbing, your tears… Your milk, your blood, your garden… Your central strongholds, your ars… The hub in the middle of life,
Words dipped in the waters of poet… flowing in rapture as in a lover’s… through velvet pipes down Melodic… swirling toward heaven for a spati… words chosen from deep within the…
The Brewing As words dig a hole down to the co… Devils running by the speed of sou… What enters stays and doesn’t come… Like sponges soaking in the bad
Religion tames the savage beast in man and pulls on the reins of aggression. Without it, civilization would not exist. As long as the spirit of God reigns in the soul, man has his sava...
My soul begged me to fill it with a sound unheard before to soothe the rough edges, the ones that dig into my heart with its unsavory picks and shovel…