Tag: poem
Overflowing world
Threshold
The Red Poppy (a warning to the addicts of ‘peak experiences’ facilitated today by social media?)
Poetry
Sorrow is a stubborn piece of land…but see how quick we summon bliss
All I ask is that the sun comes silently to set my hands to work…….
The freedom to need no medicine for volcanic levels of blood pressure
…..Dissed, dumped, duped, dismayed….
