Breakfast and November
In the twilight of November with moon a sickle sharp and bleeding, I saw your shadow passing, through our garden, dun. I waited, asked: “Do you still remember?”, and you […]
Category Archives: free verse
Now we’re not
Once — we used to disagree with dark stars falling from the new year’s firework. but silence afterwards was cold rain a Thursday morning in November. Once — we used […]
Fairer than a fairytale
Once upon a dragon, dressed in silver young and fair, the noble Princess Tinselwi rode to war, to fight the ogre Mooblestink, who ruled the swamp with perjury and slander, […]
Not yet haunted
The moaning mansion isn’t haunted (yet), no ghosts or ghouls, no poltergeist not a single soul are visiting from a far beyond, Yet the rooms upstairs aren’t empty (yet) Still […]
Where I write
I write — in company of dreams, and squirrels, with an online dictionary in memories of woods. I write — imagining the shape of waves and footpaths marked by cairns […]
