Category: Poetry

Coming of Age

Oh, if only we had knownhow soon the oceans would turn to foam,dried seabed wisping into dust;we become it, it becomes us. A friendship like ours appeared so realbut its imprints could never harden to steelaround the words we once had sworn.My hair once let long, now freshly shornwith an old ax of yours, brandished… Read more »

Wants and Needs

“More people die of unenlightened self interest, than of any other disease.” – Parable of the Talents