
Injecting passion
music, the tranquilliser
into broken souls

Injecting passion
music, the tranquilliser
into broken souls
A slice of her breast
upon the world to bestow
writer’s soul beckons
A glass window stands
between me and world beyond
my family home
That’s not the view from my home (ha, I wish). It’s downtown Chicago, as seen from the 84th floor of a rather small buildingโby Chicago’s standards. The window wasn’t too clean, but I like that it serves as a reminder of the barrier.
Thirst to quench the cold
flocking around flaming coal
share the fire, the goals
Embedded unseen
as butter in a cupcake
are some traditions