This is a poem about a blender, cutter and shredder.

Progress can never be achieved without creativity in all spheres of life. The poet weaves fabrics of inspiration with soulful dexterity; the musician enchants his audience through the medium of his instruments, the story-teller expresses the true representations of life fictionally. These are the outcroppings of love that emanates from the soul, adding spice to the otherwise bland concoction of monotony and depression.

Angels sing songs over me, sewing their words into the very fabric of my soul. Soak in the glory love. Hug of Heaven.

Join me at this lovely setting.

We are all connected in some way. Remove one of us, and things fall apart.

The sounds, the feelings of love for the night market.

A poem about shutting out the world and living from within yourself.

A smooth and sensual senryu.

Families, like quilts and fabric, woven together in God’s image.

Study of fabric and its nature.