Kitchen Calamities
A certain exigency at the home front has seen me co- stationed in the kitchen with one of the less
Our Little Angel Star
I had often seen her sitting in the corridor, waiting for her father to come and pick her up.
My Home Beckons
#NapoWrimo2025 #ArtoonsInnPoetryParlour #Day28 I have lived too far away, too long, to gather words mouthed and sung by those
Komorebi – The light that Breathes
#NAPOWRIMO2025 #ArtoonsInnPoetryParlour #Day27 They paint the skies – random strokes of brush, with spaces left for the sun to get
#NAPOWRIMO2025 #ARTOONSINNPOETRYPARLOUR #DAY26 The ache clung to her walls, its roots diving deep into the concrete that had hardened
#NapoWrimo2025 #ArtoonsInnPoetryParlour #Day25 Do not utter truths that tear us apart, carving gashes deep, spilling blood. Like art on canvases
The Cat’s Got My Girlfriend
#NapoWrimo2025 #ArtoonsInnPoetryParlour #Day24 My cat claims He’s tired of me: I’m a bore, And I snore. He’s moved to
Two Lives
#NapoWrimo2025 #ArtoonsInnPoetryParlour #Day23 I have two lives and one belongs to me. The other one – I belong to it.
Sunset Stories
#NapoWrimo2025 #ArtoonsInnPoetryParlour #Day22 Red skies, Streaked with the blood Of broken days that lose Themselves in the heaving darkness, Now
To Have Loved ….
#NAPOWRIMO2025 #ARTOONSINNPOETRYPARLOUR #DAY21 A rose, brown and brittle, lies buried within the pages of a lifetime, crammed into a