Money money money
Winter warmth
The aroma of fresh cocoa tickles my sensesWhile the warmth tickles my palms.Nature expresses its fury in loud sentences, Peeking in through my window, jealous, Reflecting the moon as the white powder dancesTo the mad rave. The wind wishes to enterBut I’m cozy in here with my cocoa and shearlingsAnger rises, the news anchor’s worriedBut…
Crowd-sourced morality
Come, Eve, comeTell us what the bite taught you, What Muse did it point toAs a source of hope in the garden? Shall this Muse guide us rightAs answers evade us while questions assailUs like trying to tease truth out with a flail?Shall we live lives not requiring pardon? Hey, Adam, helloWhat wisdom did you…
Follow My Blog
Get new content delivered directly to your inbox.
waghni 