Truth hurts. Knowing the truth hurts. But sometimes, to not know it, hurts even more.
Players hitting that green ball, every rally filled with tension. Smash! Hit! Rally! Linemen and referee, there to oversee. Five sets for the men’s category, three for…… Read more “A Poem for the Green Ball Players”
I don’t really know if you’re healed… because broken things never mend entirely. But if you’re holding back tears, just know I’ve been there too. I don’t…… Read more “For A Clown”
And this is how I understood Edgar Allan Poe, and why he could not write until he is drunk. This is how I spent 30 minutes or…… Read more “Drinks”
You asked whether you were forgiven. I didn’t even know you made a mistake! You asked to be forgiven anyway. I said whatever it was, I don’t…… Read more “Always Forgiven”