Category Archives: Poetry

Tricky to follow these signals The words keep stalling. Stop. Go! Dusty porcelain on the bottom shelf— please don’t break Just waiting, waiting. Wait? Oh god, why are we what we hate.

It moves where it wills, we are left guessing. Endless misery rains where it goes. Sees no problem in your destruction. It does as it must. I can’t change you by wishing.

Just a daisy  in a field of exotic blooms passed over  again . Should I change. or should the world

All these lives I feared to live— Gently, though I lift the lid

A dead tree still standing, bare branches breaching the summer sky, alongside road cracking like skin, today walking an unusual direction of the same path. Decay cannot hide in a new perspective. And A cane toad, climbed a small wooden garden wall, rested on the ledge, faced towards me, watched me puzzle through Ulysses. TwoContinue reading “Observations”