On Questioning My Writing Poetry
Poetry…Why do I write it? Why I am struggling to write it, of late? Will I ever able to write it again or was it just a fling? Is there any difference bet...
Poetry…Why do I write it? Why I am struggling to write it, of late? Will I ever able to write it again or was it just a fling? Is there any difference bet...
I meant to write about the moon, in summer. But rain, a tiresome stop-start and repetitive lock-down, saw me pluck an Asian bleeding-heart. With deaths, near-de...
Trees are poised and calm against the wind that ruffles. With your arrival, squirrels scurry around, claim space and store nuts; a preservation of basic necessi...