to the howling dog in autumn we say: let it all out love
Tag: creative writing
flower for me and we will rule the grey: dismantling barbarism
the autumn bees and sounds of construction share a similar buzz
always there: a pale handprint on a beam of light
why play god when the rain knows its shape
a mild morning equally divided between lethargy, grey tendrils and the stuttering light
blades of grass defend a tiny dew pond: protect your quiet
strange times on the subway: hackles up and alert
sparrows gather at the coffee table: someone pleasant approaches
warm the body nice and slow: hurried fire loses passion burns through emotions
