The river in green and glassy garb exhales mist so coolly opposite to fire's cloudy breath Young mister three climbs the gate threatening to hurtle down the hill beyond. But he pauses on a rumble; that cough, that roar, it's the voice of big machinery. He points "a bulldozer!" And there it is - a … Continue reading morning walk
(I wrote this for a competition in which there was a 1000 word limit. It didn't win so, several months later, I think I will publish it here.) It turns out that waiting is the hard part. You decide that waiting needs to be redefined to mean “empty space; opportunity for useless worry.” As the … Continue reading Waiting..
Knock knock.Who's there?It's your conscience.What? You again! Please leave me alone. Isn't there some tenancy agreement where I get to reside here without your interference?My dear, I'm the tenant. Not you.Shit... You've got a complaint then.You should be pleased to see me.Ha! Why would that be?Because, my dear, you are on a tight rope above … Continue reading Knock Knock
Sew yourself a mask from this winter sunset and wear it like an apricot smile. Examine those silhouette branches - a set of charcoal fingerprints pointing at summer and those angrier, suffering skies. It's that kind of year, you know when, instead of beauty or fine weather, a shard of blue 'twixt the clouds reminds … Continue reading 2020 – Poem from a Photo