Friko's Poetry and Pictures

Imagine you wake up with a second chance; the blue jay hawks his pretty wares and the oak still stands, spreading glorious ...

What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore - And then run? Does...

Life is too short to sleep through. Stay up late, wait until the sea of traffic ebbs, until noise has drained from the world like ...

Like a fading piece of cloth I am a failure. No longer do I cover tables filled with food and laughter My seams are frayed ...

The day the world ends will be clean and orderly like the notebook of the best student in the class. The town drunk will slee...

With a green scarf I blindfolded  the eyes of the trees and asked them to catch me. At once the trees caught me, their leav...

And we love life if we find a way to it. We dance in between martyrs and raise a minaret for violet or palm trees. We love life if w...