The surburban ghetto

Poetry Corner ….. Down in the suburbs. Where life breeds contempt. Poverty is existence. Angry minds know not of repent. In the day, bustling. People rushing everywhere. At night the…

Kundalini rising!

I had an unexplainable, indescribable meditative experience that made me look at life with totally different eyes. I searched text books and esoteric knowledge to try to make sense of…

The Game!

Dorothy goes on a journey, she finds herself in a strange land. The inhabitants are fat, orange and keep singing or squawking and Dorothy wants to go home. She’s scared.…

Love…

Love It’s a fickle thing. It hurts and it heals all. It can rip you open, tearing wildly like a wolf, clawing its way into your heart, teeth sharp and…