Poem: The view from here

Where we are, is a place that we inhabit. But is it truthful, or a simple lie? Where are you? … More

Haiku: Epitaph

Death is loneliest, After buried or scattered. Life seems more sociable.

I set out, and started, slowly. Suddenly, we were afforded the luxuries of a bursting life, Seeping from our seams, … More

Graffiti strewn alley walls miss the fingers of hands, on stretched out arms, Just. Dark cobbles glint deep below heavy … More