Words of Wonder, Worry and Whimsy. On December 7, 2016. Faces melt beneath their beards. On December 6, 2016. Of the flaws in himself. It will not be molded. It must find its form.

Musings on poetry, language, perception, numbers, food, and anything else that slips through the cracks. Who sponsored and inspired the poem. A Brief History of Babel. To see the rest of the poem, click here. Only 18 poems to go! .

Let the colours fill your eyes. On the back of the wind. To the song of canaries nearby. Soft as velvet, intricate. They dive low among the grape vines. All the way down to the pastel sea. While the blazing sun sinks.

Unravelling and weaving, sometimes simultaneously. In the back of an unused drawer. Only when I mentioned it. Is more vivid in my mind. Than anything I could create. The strands of twisted color. That reflected on your body. The curls pulling at your hair. From the moisture of sweat. Sounding in your dark eyes. If I write for you.

La vie est trop courte pour boire du mauvais vin. A lighthearted look on life in words and images. Papa Bouilloire Goes to Oxford. A lighthearted look on life in words and images.

The Danger Of Being Me. To see a World in a Grain of Sand. And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,. Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand. And Eternity in an hour.

Traditional haiku in the english language. Can be found at Submissions. Is midnight on 21st August 2015. Guest haiku will appear between late September into October.