If I was a hunter and you were the moon.11 May 2017
Alighted on Eucalypt, the evening breeze ruffles his feathers and tussles the rusting wind chime.
*A FAINTLY TALENTED AMATEUR’S PERCEPTIONS OF FITTING INTO AN ARTISTIC COMMUNITY
it is not your fault not your fault.7 April 2017
Little ghost boy dreamt …
“Come to dinner,” she’d said.
I think I worked it out – why I admire and fear bees so much.31 March 2017
A soul dances.
river or rivers?1 March 2017
After eternity, will you find me?