Month: November 2021

do felled trees go to heaven query the crow

an open eye scans the grey landscape

why pronouns we should identify as: cruel

window fog the world outside a strange dream

street cleaner and crow making small talk

a letter detailing the death of mango tree

perhaps they long to be me a shade darker

crouched shadow reflects by the night stream

our bodies: cities, civilisations born and undone

autumn winds crawl up the spine