A scratch - a scratch in the back, in the spine
stretching with ache, as I reached for shoes: 5...

A boxer
boxes men...

A cricket
bugs a frog...

Morning sunrise,
You are like cupid...

American Burying Beetle
you are a vulture...

I was presumed guilty of killing myself...
I lived a life as if I were deceased...

At a village,
An old man said to a young girl...

When you read some of my poetry,
I would like you to be...

my week has been a raining day so far
with winds semi-calm and clouds as grey...

Some times, it’s hard to breath the idea
that the sky is grey. It used to be as blue...

Lord
You are not the sun across the mountains...