Eyes lean and hungry Gaze deep into the skull Of night. A crow with dusty wings Flies into a blood-soaked opera Of worms and insects. The reaper shuns all light. Soon, swooping wings And a dagger beak Cuts through tainted flesh. The music stops And insects scatter The less fortunate Are stabbed and killed. […]Read More Opera
CITYSCAPES in MODERN POETRY Hey! Use the above link to read my article!Read More Cityscapes as Detrimental Factors in the poems of Allen Ginsberg, T.S. Eliot and James Douglas Morrison
The grey wind
breathes on your neck.Read More Grey Wind
You still remember the scent of crushed leaves basking in the mud, the sun choking out their water. The inviting aroma of dead leaves would anchor itself in the air of a hot, sunny day. It was the time of farewells and goodbyes, tears and nostalgia for a past that could not be undone. At […]Read More Dead Leaves
Raped by the catastrophic cyclone
The carnage of trees
Lie like irregular pickets..Read More Flameback.
Puny claws locked in metal holes
Basking in the shadeRead More The Sunbird.
Across other leaves
Who quiver in inconsistent synchronyRead More Warbler leaf.