Color of sea
Some claim the sea is blue, but other say it’s green. I often see the sea as grey, when clouds obscure horizon and every sound crawls closer. On such days […]
Category Archives: poetry
Sleepless in October
it’s not rain nor persistent wind — autumn’s weight is darkness penetrating skin and veins turning blood to stone dressed in shroud of moss and bracken somber songs from corpse […]
Being family
We’ll chain your hopes to outpoured milk and burn your laughter with small disasters. Being mother means to be smothered with silk Because you’re our slave and we are masters. […]
Holding on to feathers
“Hope” is the thing with feathers – Emily Dickinson How do we hold a precious thing with feathers? How do we spot the hues in all that’s grey? How do […]
Facing an empty fridge
When you wish to have Champagne you can be sure that all you find is milk, but there’s no one else than you to blame I did not steal the […]
