The landing may be rough Yet the arrival is mostly welcome The comfort even assured for the first nine months Itinerary laid out, routes...

Grieving her beloved father deceived Yet unable to shake off her feelings for The one she loved, also the reason for her beloved's demise...

Nudging me to rise out of the slumber I wear as solace Dragging me by the hand past the pretence of knowing Unmindful of the clime a...

Not one has seen it Not one has known it Not one has lived it Not one died in it Yet, Few dream of it Few are ashamed of it And quite a...

Lacking the depth, being of a will convoluted Is that a must to rise above the usual? Flattened of affect, sharpened of wit Cutting...

A peripatetic neurologist who loves to travel the world yet can be as comfy under the blanket on a day that rains all through. I love...

Even my fear mediocrity Is all but mediocre For it won't let me shake off the shackles That chain me to Howmuchever I might pretend to...

Men, women (and the many in between) Of all learnings and leanings Fearing no contempt of court Nor consequently up in the welkin Chris,...

Prance about as much, high on the stilts of success unsteady Or roiling in pain suffering that which ain't All the ambitions, all the...

Spelling the country without an o (in it) Not a lapse of judgement Or a case of dyslexia stretched far But a manifesto, an agenda A...

Not one out of the countless not a day like another Not a sunrise or sunset sharing a shade of its turgor Spinning about itself to a...

A receptacle shaped to sides tapered to fit the rotting remains Lying down for one final place of the rest, long delayed and denied From...

From being chased by the constant ticking of the clock announcing time I am late. Almost always. Late to rise. Late to write. And will...

From the many drops of rain that left the skies and did not make it to the earth, a brook or a river Some caught on the boughs unawares...

An insomniac night's dream or a nightmare unwilling to leave A lunatic trying to survive the mind or a seer filling-in solitude and time...

You couldn't breathe it though it sure is inspiring You couldn't eat it though it appears satiating You couldn't wear or boast it even...

Full of venom, no antidote in sight Taking a dig at my sleep at half past three Tugging at the coat-tail of shame I no more wear...

Round to begin, Round to end. Shape itself defying casting it in boundaries any. Seas, oceans, splashes of brine Rivers, rivlulets,...