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Once upon a Tote I stumble upon stuff galore Unsent letters, Unspent notes Stashed up chamomile tea pouches That took a beating  Around the ...

I walk to drop the kid to school today. I do it every day, or I am supposed to do. I took a break past couple of days due to some acute pain...

  When you ask for my phone I hesitate. You insist and persist. Of course   you win! What's mine in here?  There are no boundaries. I fe...

Mary - The Holy Godmother.  Cultures honor Her as the ultimate. Her holding a little babe, veiled and smiling - Perhaps one of the most reco...

 I was supposed to muse over the alphabet Counter set to one month.  What all reasons I have to shun it - Not one, not two - but a million. ...

  I remember reading about Murphy's laws in the column of a magazine that a dear friend subscribed for me as a gift! This said subscript...

What if Sunshine is your best friend? The potency of the crux of solar system questioned you about your location - If it is the Earth days t...

M onarch could be King right? Albeit a milder version of the magnanimity. How does monikers matter anyway - when metaphors rule the roost. S...

 I start off with a misnomer I should have called it Oldness I was supposed to write Was I born to yield or fight? And was I to express, to ...

I am supposed to weave a repose in words String phrases spelled in the vocab of emotion  Pick them sentences like cherries from an orchid To...

These structures  Like the abstract  Lugging me along into a void Trust me it isn’t as dark as it sounds  Nor is it empty and dull What if I...