raised by invisible hands the last of mist lifts from the field as raw light floods the senses

another kind soul passes gently through the veil to the otherside

passing breeze: how sincere the bow and rise of wildflowers

with complete determination: a brown beetle crawls across a damp leaf

the silence of the forest in certain matters is often quite natural and deliberate: peace over pretentious

to understand stillness is to be aware of the void’s omnipresent gaze on life

evening winds gather the sounds of the forest and arranges a temporary truce

Participated in the erbacce prize for poetry in 2025 and 2026, was commended and longlisted both times and this year will be featured in journal 86. What a competition it has been! Amazing number of entries and congrats to all the poets and winners of the competition! Check out the link below:

https://www.erbacce-press.co.uk/erbacce-prize-2024

the city is a beast: where neon lights alter minds and forced appetites fill bellies with illusions

the euphoric chatter of trees in an otherwise gloomy morning