Category: Poetry

Crystalline dew clings
Edging green blades
A forest of tiny shards….

Half-formed bites of well worn ideas.
Old chewed dog toys
Jumpers full of holes that I can’t throw out…

Get in the mood for living
Believing different things
Face the shock water…

You are welcome
We are delighted you are here
Feel free to explore…

If you were conditioned
To fill in the cracks…