Fantasy/ Horror Fiction Writer and poet

Latest Poetry


My Yellow House

The most charming trait of human minds

Is the difference between what we see while reading same lines

‘Mary’s yellow house behind iron gates’

You see a Mansion and I see a Cape

Your vision of grandeur is not incorrect

My humble cottage is not more select

Don’t tell me I can’t have a porch ‘round my home

This is my yellow house! Go build your own!

I see Mrs. Smith’s brick walk at 105 Pine

Is yours made of slate? That’s perfectly fine.

My house has a black door and cast-iron rails

Don’t ruin my view with your private details

These visions reflect our individuality

Married with a writer’s unique artistry

An intimate dance that changes each time you look

That’s the miraculous splendor of reading a book