Avant Garde

Who was it who (first) said,‘Youth is wasted on the young‘…? Read on... read on..!

Old Pesky's Family Visit

Think I'm going to end up in The Tower

An ageless love

Ageless love

the weaver of myths

My body beside the gunnel, I rest my head on the sea-leathered wood, and watch the rending of the waters and the dimples in the swell beyond, the curving and in-curving of the waves.

Puberty

Once a boy...now a man.

a "nonsense" poem

nicotine dreams and sausage souls, carnal carnival psychopathic pornographic virtual fantastic, the geography of austerity, the democracy of authority, the lunacy of sanity...

Strange Facts

Strange Facts P K Routray A spider creates cobweb and in the end devours its own creation,

Maputo Revisited

There remain days when I miss your dark fountain of hair the caramel skin and glistening lips. Nights when I long for portugese whispers in the darkness as you press close to me.

On prematurely awaking from a car-nap

a 2¾ year old

“Be a child"

“Be a child" P K Routray To my query how to get bliss of life and live in peace, My friend in advanced stage of spiritual path had an advice.

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