The BFG

‘If you is really wanting to know what I am doing in your village,’ the BFG said, ‘I is blowing a dream into the bedroom of those children.’ ‘Blowing a dream?’ Sophie said. ‘What do you mean?’ ‘I is a dream-blowing giant,’ the BFG said. ‘When all the other giants is galloping off every what…

Light

It’s a long ways away from summer evenings but this poem just cannot wait. I had been stuck on this piece for months and finally came to finish it recently. I hope you like it.

Ode To The Moon

Dear Moon, You are more handsome than any I’ve ever seen. Here I am writing to you while the whole world resides in slumber. You are humble for the clouds, who like mountains, pass by you while you still hold your place. You are the one whom I whisper all my secrets to and I…