Image source: http://www.flickr.com/photos/babblingdweeb/194232264/ Sometimes I lie in bed, wooing sleep, But she is a finicky lover. She ignores my moves, the way I turn sides restlessly like the earth drenched in summer waits for the night. I wonder if she thinks I need a new lover, Or worse still, if she has found another.
Image source: http://www.flickr.com/photos/suryakasturi/7695885890/sizes/m/in/photostream/ A leaf fell off a tree, wafted in the wind. A moment's hesitance, and then, not caring where it went, it settled below a park bench. I picked it up, and placed it in between the pages of a poem. A few days later, the leaf had dried, its skeleton flattened out … Continue reading Poetry