Seen collectively Trees are easy to dismiss as all the same Time spent with them however Tells a different story They are each unique From bark pattern to leaf To colour to lean To growth And that is one species alone So I go where trees grow To untangle my own Feelings Because feelings To […]
The small ant struggles beneath the carcasses of crumb it carries I can barely see it’s tiny legs beneath Relentlessly it marches The crumb sways I hold my breath in sympathy And I feel like that is Christmas this year All the plans Preparations The heavy burden it turns into “Drop it, it’s not worth […]
The smell of pencil shavings Soft wooden curls lined with graphite The sharpener whirrs I blow on the blade Dust floats to the bin Tools made sharper I sit again The example is before me The rest makes sense I draw the lines Stitching neurons in my head The satisfaction of making sense Is a […]
If I take this story in my hands It is less than perfect The steps that get us to where we are Are rarely beautiful They look quirky Different lengths Patterns Some will leave splinters in your hands As a warning Don’t do that again Behind every masterpiece Is a dumpster Full of rubbish But […]
A dog digging a hole is happy Sometimes they are digging to bury a bone Or investigate a noise Lost in the digging they avoid all thought other than I Am Digging But when they surface happily panting A little wild eyed Is when the reality arrives And they wonder if perhaps that great and […]
The Bridge I’ve Been Building I’ve been walking toward this for a long time. For me, writing poetry has never been about craft or output.It’s about return.It’s how I come back to myself when the world — or my own patterns — have carried me too far away. I was thinking about it this morning […]
I sat alone utterly happy — because my passing thoughts are great company when I’m happy. And when I’m otherwise engaged, they’re the only company I can tolerate. — This isn’t a dark post — just a simple truth known to most writers. We are a thousand voices and memories, compressed into one fleeting, fragile […]
This piece explores the voice behind the poet, the stitching of memory, and the anchor points that root us in a world that often slips past.
Out of my head and the thoughts that ensnare Away from the “net” Away from the “gram” Fall into place where the leaves shiver and the soles of the feet take in the warmth of the uneven earth beneath Textures that please the fingertips Drink in the energy that floats gold dust in the air […]
The wind gusts strongly Kicks up leaves, eddies emotion Shut the door Seal the gaps Become still Writing is a storm It stirs chattering words Thoughts, mentally charged Rise to the surface And swirl To reinstate calm I choose to Silence the words Contain the thoughts that swirl Command the wind to calm Emotions fall […]
