head full of questions the starling too in doubt
Tag: poetry
dreamless sleep where have the voices gone to
i’ve said too much is it autumn yet
baby snake imagines itself as a coiled root unearthed and then an autumn twig and finally transforms into a locomotive slowly sliding across the tar into the dark belly of the undergrowth
park run at peace by the bulbul’s ballad
a query for the seasons: what’s it like being serene and blissed out all the time
system downtime a moment with my thoughts
wrestle this frail body from the grasp of waves
clears the brain fog morning drizzle
the soft face of the forest ignites
