The setting sun sprayed ruddiness over the clouds The orange yellowish sky looked ever so beautiful The soft green grass The dark brown tree trunks The flowered branches – All swathed in the evening hues A soothing balm to the eyes it was! Serenity spread it’s wings far and wide […]
The angels of wings are always in flight be the devil or archangel Michael. I’m a hawk, I’m a night owl night barroom flights, fighter, seeing eyes that eye me contact, not blind, a rhythm of sensuality. I take my shower, deep breath, scrub good off my skin, breath in […]
It isn’t peachy-keen to love. To be able to laugh with a loved one is essential. If amor is pushing you to abjection, press the brake paddle. Relationship is like a raiment it can be made-to-measure. Sweep of dysphoria is a side effect. The heart is hooey. […]
Titanic-living breezes blow into the loon-tide ship vessel bringing a vessel of neon blue to the ripping wind to skeletons of Ice Mountains of molded clay melt before a storm of hail and lightning, ushering in molded glass-bottle canvases of Rembrandt-esque heights Primal urges of dust and saddle […]
left abandoned with no choice before I commit my agreement they brutally choked my voice endorsing views crudely opponent; conflict of faiths often transgresses reason listening to heart not head goes saying embroiled with moral wanton all busy in pursuits demeaning; free us from darkness, humanity crying believers forsaken all […]
I go to the station, rebellion in my mind. My shoes they are a-burnin’, night is in the sky. Ideals are burnin’ brighter but there are the lives of the soft and easy dyin’: it’s all a crime. The fools of tomorrow, the news and the hopes. The music of […]
I ventured out lonely Sans caravan or companion Angry with world for no reason I was in a mood for rebellion, Sunshine felt scorching, Moonlight made me sad, Droplets of rain irritated me Spring season was bad, My frenzied, foul mood took me To a desolate, arid land As far […]
Dear Readers, In this interview series we ask questions to people who are making a difference in our society, it can be big, it can be small, it doesn’t matter, what matters is their contribution. It can be anyone from any walk of life and from any country. Please, do […]
‘Come to my pavilion, O my King. I have spread a bed made of delicately selected buds and blossoms, And have arrayed myself in bridal garb From head to toe. I have been Thy slave during many births, Thou art the be-all of my existence’ Sang the princess sitting under […]
By Terence Wynne from Camillus, NY
Indian Periodical
Indian Periodical