“The Grinch” Will Have To Elope

Gentle mounds of green heave among the sprawly ranches Rays of warm sunlight tease through the barren branches Is winter on its way out, is spring making stealthy advances Or… just the mind playing games in unseemly circumstances! The world is at a precipice, looking up in solemn desperation Sometimes writhing in pain, pining for… Continue reading “The Grinch” Will Have To Elope

End of Strife

Of people and faces, of colors and races Our worlds a collage of grimaces and graces On nations and faith, on political parties we scorn We debate and we argue early into the morn  We like, we dislike, and we distance ourselves Oneness in all creation, our mind hastily dispels  Through peaks and vales, through… Continue reading End of Strife