Doors With No Handles
This is my letter to the world.To each one of you.So read till the end.You’ll love it, I promise!I walked into my 7…
Tag: Poetry
The Act of Disappearing
I was sixWhen Dad took me to see the circusAnd I stood transfixed Before the magician,As the rabbit, the bouquetAnd a young lady,Vanished…
When is a monster not a monster?
When is a monster not a monster? After the sun rises and the blood clotsWhen the bruises turn purple from maroon,When he cradles…