This poem was written in the year 2023, during a time of deep turmoil. It felt like I was stuck in a never ending spiral that just kept descending downwards. No matter how much I tried, it felt like my peace and sanity were slipping from me day by day. The days seemed gloomier and my taste for life became more bitter. This is my recollection of that time. Photo by The Cleveland Museum of Art on Unsplash . Hellhounds In the land of the unforgiving In the land of hostility Whe

This piece is inspired by a moment and being present in that moment. No phone. No distractions. Just me and this force of nature. I wanted to translate to the world the way I experienced it. When it comes to my poetry, I love to rhyme. It seems rhyming poetry doesn’t get as much love as it once used to, but it’s a style I refuse to let go. Photo by Europeana  on Unsplash . Silver Spring Symphony The curtain rolls back and the light dims low Here comes the sounds of drums on a

Title: Young man Creator: Cawén, Alvar Date: 1915 The night was young and so was the decade. In the heart of New York City—early 1920s....