A Bouquet of Her Hair

New publication on Medium. Introduction to an anthology.

The sky gets clearer

A dripping wet poem.

Drops take a long way to arrive
falling where used to idle
a dusty patch of dried out terrain
 — because the rain is brave

Listen to the rain

A poem to be whispered.

…. and the Earth?

Another day in Whereland.

Flow and wolf DNA

Look into this mirror of a poem….

This morning

A poetic inquiry into the origin of Spring.

Whipped scream & dust

A recipe for enlightening dessert.

The gate is open

A tale of a seed recollecting his deeds.

I am the seed
and I am the gardener
I am also the garden
and I am the garden’s gate