"...the new world is breathing so loudly now it wakes me from sleep at night, like the baby’s wails from an unseen apartment nearby"
poems to share
Category: poems
two poems for sunday
"i'd like to go into being, and breathing, and soul beekeeping..."
sierra norte
"in the mountains, mosquito bitten, stream driven, through a canopy of spanish moss and over the crumbling pine ridges..."
why does the wood pigeon’s sound make so?
"that’s what happens when you hope too hard : the heart like an old dog sleeping..."
in any orange sort of mood i’d rather have the blues
Feeling compelled to share my thoughts because I am a thoughts and writing hoarder, and as in most cases of hoarding, it's better to set things free. So for my mama, for my faraway friends, for my secretly shy self: I re-dedicate to my blog and sharing my writing adventures. I got back to Melbourne… Continue reading in any orange sort of mood i’d rather have the blues
