Living in a country that’s lost its soul and gone rabid takes its toll. The dreams are distorted, bulldozed and buried under a pile. Still, most days you want to live, forget the reality and feign ignorance. Live in the hope that the songs will come back, the flowers bloom and you will be ableContinue reading “Poetry Corner: Volume 4”
Outside my window it’s never the same—
some mornings jasmine slaps the house, some mornings sorrow.
There is a word I overheard today, meaning lost
not on a career path or across a floating bridge
Boketto—to stare out windows without purpose.
Don’t laugh; it’s been too long since we leaned…