Stories in Verse and Prose

Every day a new story comes to life. Most of them remain unwritten. But some of them deserve to be put in writing.

True or fictitious, I jot them down. Some in prose; others in verse. And a few of them get their own tune.

Ashes

Ashes, ashes, we all fall downAnd yet — if we doWon’t we be carried by the windTo every corner of the world?Won’t we descend on fertile soilAnd cause new life to awaken? So what if we fall?Let us be brought downThat we may dropThe unnatural yoke of gravityAnd be transformed, transported Weightless, wafting through the…

St Sebastian

Where arrows pierced your skin, your legs, your sideI felt the painI promised myself never to forgetBecause I was there and I was youPierced by a million gazes like arrowsMy weakness exposed Some averted their eye — they understoodOthers stood and defied meTheir meek and mild wordsInflicting a million wounds Sticks and stones to my…

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