Red 

This poem is the second in a series of three poem.  Red. A mood, a form, a colour, a theme…

Empty Stations

Empty stations, beating hearts City lights, drizzle starts Whispered frantic- in a drenching sight “Tonight no sleeping, under the moonlight”…

The Indifference of Rage

Darkness reeks from my eye As I cry my last tear Enough, enough with the pain Invincibility is here A…

Bottled Water. 

You came sealed, with promise of pure But I got you from the grimy hands of a nonchalant vendor. Wrapped…