The month of January In Scandinavia The sun rises lazily at eight...
The wild songbird cannot live without the freedom of sky but remembers to return to where the birdlover freely leaves...
I am a servant called to the banquet not to eat but to feed the guests...
Our ship sails on the open sea Towards a promised shore Yet the sailors have left star-watching and the ship...
A prose poem and a watercolor I painted as I process the loss of my laokik father, visiting the beach...
A poem is a thought of beauty shared between souls It is not like ordinary bread chewed and swallowed by...
In the barrenness of dry desert Longing for water is overwhelming When at last the oasis is found We desperately...
Butterfly, trapped in your cocoon of protection a restless desire for freedom struggles to break free;...
Once I have opened the windows of my heart and the bright rays of sunlight have flooded it with soft...
Driving by golden wheat fields in late summer my eyes were drawn by brilliant scarlet poppies dancing with the wind...