Dolor

A poem about the pain of love.
Cherry

Bakery

Being Frank

“I just simply can’t relax”, fidgeted Mike, as he slurped hot tea and agitated the mouse.
Cherry

That Elusive Cure 17

“Have it. Have the cake.”

That Elusive Cure 16

The next few days passed in a blur. Jimmy apologised so many times I had to tell him I’d hit him if he said sorry one more time.

Flower- a mute prayer

Flower, a mute prayer P K Routray A flower. not the fruit nor the leaf, nor the root nor the trunk, nor the shoot is the voice of a tree, the mute. With nectar- like honey in its core

iFun

Play nice. Be nice. Or else.
Gold cherry

On Sizzling Days

Who knows why the bald man Lusteth over the lidless car Only to flaunt, on sizzling days His wrinkly, glistening dome As solar rays propel his heart So far from wife and kids and home
Poem of the week

Eighteen Sheets to the Wind

We voted for that.

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