Posted by PrachyaReview | Apr 29, 2018 | Translation |
A myth of a seizure There is no one no where though nobody belonged to! Only a mountain the golden mountain We have had our days on this golden mountain No silver, no metal, no copper, no clay Only glittering gold...
Read MorePosted by PrachyaReview | Apr 27, 2018 | Artwork |
Darkness means there is light somewhere a 14 years old lady came to me & asked `who is the artist?’ I was the 19 years old boy asked her `why are you looking for artist? She said pointing to the three year old little...
Read MorePosted by PrachyaReview | Apr 25, 2018 | Poetry |
the evil ONE I know the evil one that strays you away, tell tiny true tales that leading you to death, whose wickedness betrays paradise. I know the evil one and will show you. Explore the mirror clap your eyes it isn’t...
Read MorePosted by PrachyaReview | Apr 25, 2018 | Poetry |
The Ship Captain While wandering the French Quarter during Mardi Gras I was a stake in the heart Dixie. Colored beads like hailstones peppered me, and there were drunk revelers sporting masks. I became overwhelmed by...
Read MorePosted by PrachyaReview | Apr 25, 2018 | Poetry |
Love in the Time of Black Death Doctors are said to have beautiful hands. Clean, white, and with long thin fingers, embalming the deaths as they happen. Transparent nails leaving crescent marks on the necks of lovers and...
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