Passage to Hades

Sadness cloaks as dark veil in this moonlit night Voices echoing like ancient belfry towers Earthly vessels that contain thine flesh and blo...

Letting Go

I went for a late coffee break at Tim Horton’s last night when I chanced upon a helpless little bird on the pavement. It doesn’t look injure...

The Scorpion and the Wise Man

There was an ancient story about a wise man meditating by the river. In the process, he saw a scorpion that crawled on the rocks and fell on...

My Childhood-Revisited

Somewhere in time, but not too long ago; the word “Internet” was still an alien word. Computers were perceived to be chunks of machines that...

Sauteed Humans

I was driving at dawn today when I noticed the usual fleet of cars lined-up like ants criss-crossing different directions racing to beat the...

Farewell Pa and Ma

One can replace a son or a daughter but, never a father and a mother. I have tried so many times figuring what to say about the two source o...

A Heart That Beats

Tell Me not to make poems Tell me not to make rhymes I don't know how to make any I don't know how to make one Ask me not to make ve...