I think I worked it out – why I admire and fear bees so much.31 March 2017
A soul dances.
river or rivers?1 March 2017
After eternity, will you find me?
“You are to me what salt is to wounds”.28 February 2017
Pink flowers grow in the front lawn.
do you name your nature’s wealth?6 October 2016
A poem by anonymous that is expressing frustration and heartbreak.4 October 2016
A poem by Belinda Lea Bhatia about the day of a hairbush.
I just saw a spider in the corner of my room It was scrunched up In a form of self-inflicted suffering In order to beg innocence So I blew on it just to make sure And saw its performance cease I grabbed a tissue box, within proximity, withdrew: Four pieces As one might four hundred […]