April 20, 2026
April 18, 2026
The dragon is golden. The sun is the Golden Dragon, encircled by rays, burning spirits, cleaning heavens from shadows.
April 15, 2026
The power lines hum,
low and uncertain,
like a man trying to remember
the words to a song…
April 12, 2026
A sneeze hangs in the air like a threat,
while the oak tree chuckles in yellow confetti.
My car wears a coat of guilty dust,
proof of spring's indecent proposal.
April 11, 2026
This is where
The melody comes in
And the raging mind has
No choice but to simmer…
April 10, 2026
And the roses sang,
their song rose, they sang
as the pale couple walked
along a path framed by color…
April 9, 2026
Well deserving of all its awarded accolades, Ain’t Too Proud is a masterpiece of entertainment. It takes you to the highs and the lows of the music industry in the sixties...
April 8, 2026
I had to take some more steps
to learn when conflicts challenge,
tossing a few rose petals
is worthy of recall.
April 7, 2026
The tissue-paper wrapped clutch bag had been nestled at the back of Clara’s wardrobe ever since she had moved in. She was a frail little lady who fell easily if she didn’t have a sturdy support, and she could be forgetful at times. Everyone was surprised that she’d never had an official diagnosis of dementia, although if she had, there’d be nothing anyone could do to cure it.
April 6, 2026
A rat wearing chef’s clothes greets us by saying, “We’re all for accessibility! There’s a ramp!”
April 5, 2026
Hot cross buns on Friday,
hiding eggs on Sunday,
sugar-fuelled chaos
and tinfoil aftermath.
April 5, 2026













