Category Poetry

Poem #44: Mountains from Dust

I suppose we are all walking on a path of dust to the mountains.

Poetry Corner | Poem #33

Counting freckles in the mountains.

Poetry Corner | Poem #32

I’ll happily drown if you’ll be there too.

Poetry Corner | Poem #31

And I was always told that there was a permanence in change.

Poetry Corner | Poem #30: Stargazing

I looked up and saw the Milky Way painted across the sky like it wasn’t real and it made me feel like, really, neither was I.

Poetry Corner | Poem #29

Perhaps I should have known.

Poetry Corner | Poem #28

Written half in Prague and half in London and wholly from my heart.