Moon and a new patio
Afterwards I remembered neither your eyes nor the colour of your hair. The melody of your voice had merged with the wind. You left with not even a note left […]
Afterwards I remembered neither your eyes nor the colour of your hair. The melody of your voice had merged with the wind. You left with not even a note left […]
The brooding dawn was a precursor, we should have listened to the traffic holding its breath, sky a tense diaphragm, throbbing, drenching the newscaster’s voice. We should have prepared but […]
As a doll-maker, I gather pieces of bright cloth, strings, and shards of sea-glass. I stroll the streets looking in dustbins and I sneak into graveyards to borrow from corpses. […]
Today I decided to leave I woke up late. It was overcast and as usual, you had already left for the city. I had nothing to clean, there were leftovers […]
My asylum has a garden where I sometimes walk, pretending that the soothing drugs that storm my veins are the sober bliss of sunshine on my skin, that the bruising […]
practising for a whole life
dancing with my muse
haikai poetry matters
Running in the slow lane
The view from here ... Or here!
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
chronicling my quarter life crisis
Now we see through a glass, darkly
rejuvenatement - not retirement
words and scribble.