Ambushed
Poetry - Ambushed
Picture 1 - Water Lilies in Dark Water
Picture 2 - Exposed Roots




Poetry - Ambushed
Picture 1 - Water Lilies in Dark Water
Picture 2 - Exposed Roots




Poem - The Land of the Fae Picture - Night Sky in The Vindhyan Forests
In the psychological and moral quagmire that I am bulldozed in to, it is not possible to think of a school as a benign paradise. With blade-like tongue our "partners" make it impossible to have any sort of delusion about what this work entails. They want to climb
Discovering a 19th century French poet, more than 150 years after his passing, must be more than some happenstance. One must find a symbol to mark the significance of this singular event. Where can I find such a symbol? Perhaps in Charles Baudelaire's own forest of symbols. My
Northstar is a collective dream. We all dream about it in our own different way. Some people, and some things too, have permeated our dreams even though they may long be dead. And why do we dream? Because we must, because we can, because we cannot help it. What happens,