Poetry
— Nothing to do Just me and you Everyone is through Just me and you Down is light Day is dark Night is right One + one Is half a ton
— “Let me sleep” I say “I’m in the clouds Today” “Let me rest” I state “I’m in the grass It’s great” “If I wake Who knows When I will see...
— My brain is a stew When I need something It is at the bottom When I don’t It is at the top Sometimes it is in the middle Through a...
— A clock contemplates its endless mechanical existence, questioning why humans created it to mark time in perpetual, lonely repetition.
— An abstract meditation on the invisible and forgotten, those who lived and died without being seen or remembered by the living.
— A found silver button with a swirl pattern becomes a portal to imagined water, its unknown owner haunting the speaker's meditation on the small, lost object.
— A child catalogs each family member's hair color through vivid comparisons, lingering longest on their mother's dreamlike blonde strands.
— A morning meditation watches rain drizzle down at dawn, moving from gray darkness to pink and yellow sky, finding joy through a window.
— Two figures with umbrellas sit together in a rainy night until one leaves, then returns, as the natural world responds to their movements.
— A poem observes how a duck's serenity triggers envy, then flips perspective to reveal the observer as the ugly duckling and the duck as the swan.