ByRaji A. SamuelAugust 9, 2024 gravels taste like stone Gravels taste like stone Hot air Threading along the crooked path — my veins run deeper than sighs… Poetry
ByRaji A. SamuelAugust 9, 2024 ode on a Winged Devil Last year I had malaria symptoms on an average of once a month. This one is for the mosquitos. You suck! Poetry
ByRaji A. SamuelAugust 9, 2024 chthonic patterns Shouldn't it be said, In the end, that it should not be said? Is that what it's for? Is the importance of it to express the uselessness of it? Poetry