Poems
Wonderance
I’m here, always here, and he’s there, staring,always glaring, forever daring me to move.But no, no, no, I won’t, I cannot.. I have neither
Poems
Absence of Presence
As the demons and hunger invoked sincere repentance
for thieving loaves of bread. Whilst all distressed lives calmly
exhaled their last before the hot ovens inhaled the dead.