Rainy days and Darjeeling

The persistent drumming of heavy rain onto the roof of this old house is a calming serenade to my solitude today. Lake Ontario is lightening its load through dark clouds which are hanging over this forgotten village for days now. Each rolling thunder, each thick drop tapping on the glass of the kitchen door, each … Continue reading Rainy days and Darjeeling

Fratris (last short poem)

Fratris, don't sink, don't let your legs give in.Our palms still touching through a sheet of molten sand. I am here, I won't go! Don't let go of my hand. Falling to my knees, a slow descending path of the end. My fists on what I can't break through, to get to you.Then nothing, just nothing. Dropping my head I … Continue reading Fratris (last short poem)