Poetry

Chase I rode my bicycle Faster than the wind Branches and leaves Of an olive tree Grew out of my pants and A giant black cape Carried by the wind…

To Love I might be dead As I feel your hand I might blindly die As I feel your hand And you might live And let me live Alive or…

Made In Humanity A seven-year old child Blew herself up On the news The next day Minds were sharpened For the lunch-break talk To save us From ourselves Before we…

Fellow traveller in the shadow of life, upon the awry spires of despair, let not your spirit be rent, in dreams misplaced. Midnight sun of agony sweet, and morning stars…