The Man Who Couldn’t Write.

The man with gold lead in his pencil couldn’t write! He tried a gold paperweight on his desk but still the words would not come. A gold-tinĀ he purchased containing gems and jewels and scattered them did all around his desk in the hope of inspiring him with beauty. Nothing came. A name, a game, insane.Continue reading “The Man Who Couldn’t Write.”

Rage! Is it worth it?

Ask me ‘do I like rage?’, before and after When I am soaring like a hungry eagle on currents of pain or relief. It comes. The lion, tiger, hippo roars. The birds fly. They come back a little wiser than before. The piano falling , the rainy cloud -stormcloud Its my skull and people haveContinue reading “Rage! Is it worth it?”