There is no perfection, only life. – Milan Kundera
Depression And The World Of Stone By: Francesca Seopa Follow me, Oh dear friend, Through this ochre world. A world where no man's heart Beats for others. A world where no blood will warm your bodies; And has the personality of winter. A world where no patience exists, And promises aren't for keeping. [...]
Silent Dawn After Trauma By: Francesca Seopa Silent dawn of slow advance, Thread the world with gifted lance. Beckon to hold the life in grasp, To feel the rays and darkness rasp. Cold turn warm the seed to grow, Showered rain of droplets to show. And life anew to begin and cycle, Of [...]
Seeking Providence By: Francesca Seopa How many wars must we wage, before we realize that borders are made by men, not gods? How many houses must burn, before we learn that peace is made by words not weapons? How many children must die, before we discover that the highest religion is that of humanity? How [...]
The first thing I see when I open my eyes is the silver zinc roof of my rather small room. It is shiny and sweaty. There are droplets of water marching across its lines to be vomited down at the end to a bucket I keep there for rainy days. I stare at it for [...]
