Remains

Is denile

the only friend

you have

when you look in the mirror

within the eye of your mind

where your own personal demon

waits with a smile

with emotional baggage

snapping

at the heels

of your remains

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.