Each time I devour these succulent daredevils Igniting greed in the lonesome hallways of my appetite I am reminded of what a ghastly...

I’m a blind child of English literature Who fell in love with every nook & corner Of Stratford-upon-Avon Of how it was written in my...

Sometimes we depart in silence, Not out of detesting, But because we couldn’t see their tears fall. In the same manner, they saw ours....