He wanders lonely nights Melancholy brims formlessly O'er the dying blooms Not for the wilting, but It is envy, in the emptiness...

Here's my attempt at Hay(na)ku for our #napowrimo #day10 prompt Crush at 8 Butterflies and Cards Later Age 16 First Valentine heartbreak...

My urban window the neighbor's brick wall opposes least this, light and wind not like some friends and their ugly naked guy yet so much...

In the summer let me sit in a flowerpot, the spiders won't notice. by the south facing window

An eastern born storm of a beverage is here to stay, at least till the world’s house arrested Covers the checklist- sweet, caffeine kick...

Day#6 of #napowrimo So here's my take on today's prompt with reference to Heronimus Bosch's the Garden of Earthly Delights. You can find...

The sky seemed suddenly seized by darkness Her mood had summoned the storm Nature in solidarity with the rebel princess, always Not a...