Poetry

Oct 30, 2026

It is but pure chance that renders us all, prone to fits of idle pause, before time rushes on in through stagnant air. Then, shadow...

Nov 22, 2017

Perched on my shoulder, you whisper in my ear. Never really directing, to take me somewhere. Just a soothing voice, with words that care. I...

Jan 15, 2017

Always where to begin. Looking for a straight path to start. But it is all cycles within circles, edgeless turns that quickly bend, back in...