Tag: poetry


I used to see her coming. I used to see her going. Running a short nervous run or tip-pawing. I used to spot her in the bushes after sunset, ready to spread all over someone’s carpet. I could see her even when the fog… Continue Reading “Ava”


laying on the sprouting grasses, I hear the juice of life flow through the earth


in the flutter of a butterfly’s wings – the rhythm of spring


a year of bliss can’t ever outweigh a day of misery…


feeling the spring wind and the new life that it brings in, your mind is swept clean