Mother – An Anthology
The ones who undertake our childhood roles
The very souls that prepares our daily bowls
They're from men but raised higher on the pole
To be caring,...
Perfect Imperfections
I am not perfect
I am not the only one with this defect
Where's the prefect?
Let the other names on paper reflect
Voices in my head making...
The Great Feast
With a cloud of rancorous belief and grey relief poised.
a bloody passover posed; allegedly retired from its millennium jaunty.
With a silent noise at a...
