Ravens

They watch the shadows by day

Crowding trees and city streets

Stalking and preying

An organized session choreographed

A haunted flock they slowly emerge

To eat souls and ask for penance

Only to dot the streets collectively

Hoarding in winter's dim light

The beggars of our streets

A coarse of ravens they slowly dissolve.

Because Angels Are In White…

The poem is on Doctors who were heroes to us in the time of Covid-19

The Book is Being Written

How we observe and how we reflect.

The Dreary Faceless

The observations and reflections of a traveller in a foreign land.

The Model House

The facades of a perfect home.

The Woman Who

This peom is about a woman in my life, who is suppose to be there for me but is not.