Posted on February 18, 2016March 5, 2016 / Photography Photo Series: Under the Floorboards All the curiosities unearthed from beneath old floorboards; a shoe, kittens and rats. [....] Read More+10 Tweet Share
Posted on February 17, 2016March 5, 2016 / Micropoetry Stones I hollowed out my bones, Vaguely thinking of the sea. Would I sink, just like stones? Alas, just let it be. [....] Read More00 Tweet Share
Posted on February 17, 2016February 23, 2016 / Haiku Fragility The trees are stripped bare, The leaves are crisp underfoot, How fragile life is. [....] Read More00 Tweet Share
Posted on February 17, 2016March 5, 2016 / Micropoetry Pages A pen falls from my hands, Words bar, lines form a cage. My eyes weep and in lands, Upon these stained pages. [....] Read More00 Tweet Share
Posted on February 16, 2016March 5, 2016 / Poetry Clipped Birds I dreamed of unwritten words, Pairing well with fine Bordeaux, And clipped wings of fallen birds, Fingers wet with fallen woe. My chest sinks with leaden weights, Breathing is a luxury. So, a gin to soothe my fate,[....] Read More00 Tweet Share
Posted on February 16, 2016March 5, 2016 / Micropoetry The Lone Shoe A child’s dusty memory, Hidden beneath the floor boards, For nigh on a century. Oh, what tales those soles record. This was recovered beneath the floor boards of my parent’s house, as they are renovating.[....] Read More00 Tweet Share
Posted on February 15, 2016March 5, 2016 / Poetry Lucky Seven Drifting idle through city smog, Shadows move with discretion. Scenting musk of a wild dog, For him I have a question. I see windows veined with rain, All murmurs soon disrupt. This hound! My unspoken bane,[....] Read More00 Tweet Share
Posted on February 15, 2016March 5, 2016 / Micropoetry Harmony There is harmony in chaos, As music combines intricately, Creating sorrowful pathos; The essence of art, astutely. [....] Read More00 Tweet Share
Posted on February 15, 2016March 5, 2016 / Micropoetry Fire I could never miss you more, Always your devoted bride, And as you walk through the door, I feel a fire inside. [....] Read More00 Tweet Share
Posted on February 15, 2016March 5, 2016 / Micropoetry Knot Tears in my eyes as you spoke, Preparing for the onslaught, Alone under the old oak, So, I tie my lover’s knot. [....] Read More00 Tweet Share
