Finding our way back
We stare into darkness for light we have losta glimmer of hope, a path to the north,but nothing can mend our flowers in frost.we struggle to cope when just marching […]
We stare into darkness for light we have losta glimmer of hope, a path to the north,but nothing can mend our flowers in frost.we struggle to cope when just marching […]
This,isn’t prosebut a dutyless Monday,and sunlight transformedinto clouds. Thisis the clawsof upcoming Fridaysunknown and unowned,a clause to be closed. Thisis the tensionbetween act and neglect.delinquent, not lost. Thisis my reason […]
The library can not provide a useful thoughtWe seek structures, process, target, goal.Maze be damned, your books are naughtbut dreams, let numbers rule & take control.So burn its books, and […]
Tell all the truth but tell it slant —Emily Dickenson (1263) This, my Moon-faced manifest —of deeds, reflecting facts,a sleight of hand much lessthan Sunwise blinding acts. We turn to […]
“Frequently the wood are pink —”Emily Dickinson once before, at night, when frequentlywe kissed and serpently embraced thesea, the sullen waves, the wild wild woodwe knew the taste of soil, […]
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.