Follow the threads spooling from me. Find them knotted on dozens of fingers.
Category: Poems
Choking
A touch, a grip, a strangle.
Beg
I should lift my head.
Children Are But Selfish Gods
This one is for all the good parents. Like mine.
Bitterbright
Light ages.
Ravenous
And all that will be, will be ashes.
Faces
We are too rigid with our boxes.
Ware The Slip Away
A link to the poem.
Omniscience
A love for not knowing it all.
Hold
Drift on by.
I Am Saha 