My clumpy make-up in cotton   balls are scattered myrrh Suds swallow my freckles    washing away oil & dirt There's a lot of...

Photography:    Petros Koublis we hike along your slopes, rugged against forest's belly in early sunrise- though you reek of...

Cherry Blooms in 2015 by Grace Haiku by Issa: "what a strange thing - to be alive beneath cherry blossoms" I r...

Do not dress me up with red sheen Nor coat my crown with golden hue I don't need stitches nor brown glue What scars & groov...

raindrops on leaves scattering of silver hues sky is a flight of sparrows siege of herons sunlight on trees flickering of curry-fire...

your umber words undo my laced-up ribbons kindles fire effervescent as wine i snow melt furrows to crown & between fingertips ...

Izziyana Suhaimi Scribble the sky blue I'll warble the air with colors Thread wayward wishes  with new spring, skirted with g...

Your hands are stones washing and rinsing clothes flecking away grime and stains Now your hands are cups as you knead flour to fresh br...

The city lights move in rhythmic march, like ants following the sugar trail up and down the streets.  There's always a new event coming...

My hands are a keeper of words that stays green as spring.  Even when autumn sits curled beyond my reach, content to play with spinning...