she haunts my dreams, my waking hours with a presence more palpable than blood or bone for its ... CONTINUED
a ghazal
rumi's ghazal 441 so skillfully mixed with techno-pop beats weaves a haunting, divine and ... CONTINUED
a perfect paradox?
he wrote of a perfect paradox hinged on the sole fact of our shared existence (or experience as ... CONTINUED
each passing day
if i could sit by the sea with an eye on the tide rolling slowly in wave after foaming blue ... CONTINUED
thirsty in tangier
sitting on the edge where two worlds meet and sipping mint tea beneath a pale blue canopy as a ... CONTINUED
the slow turn
i wonder what a tiny cog in a big machine doing its littlest part in the grander scheme of ... CONTINUED
it figures (my valentine)
it figures ee cummings would emerge from the pages of my personal history (once again) to land ... CONTINUED
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