Walking with the sun in my eyes
When morning’s broken, sun in eyesI walk with birdsong in my chestmourning for the sleep’s that lost to air raidsforcing children into basementswaiting for the blast to blow their futureinto […]
When morning’s broken, sun in eyesI walk with birdsong in my chestmourning for the sleep’s that lost to air raidsforcing children into basementswaiting for the blast to blow their futureinto […]
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.