new year
A new year withNo room for old tearsOr resistance fromSlicing away aged fearsI’ve got my jaded leatherGloves on I’m ready forThe shears of the eternityOf fresh beginningsAnd know babyIt hasn’t just occurred to meThat you aren’t confinedYet a lovely sifted throughSandy find The birds are dreaming withWolves bellowing highWater washing bright theFossilized lie free that […]
foggy
Sometimes the things we cannot see reveal the memories we carry most clearly. This minimalist poem drifts through fog-covered roads and ghostlike forests before returning to the deep blue sea—a meditation on memory, mystery, and quiet peace.