"...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"
Category: poems
two poems for sunday
sierra norte
why does the wood pigeon’s sound make so?
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