Tag Archives: poet

Poem #35: Puzzle

We are all messes of ourselves, and yet somehow the pieces always make a puzzle.

Poem #34: 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 #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.

Poetry Corner | Poem #26

Adventure is calling and it always sounds like the mountains for some reason. I can’t wait for the next great escape.

Poetry Corner | Poem #25: Dreams & Dungarees

Written somewhere on a bus in the middle of Laos and I remember the moment of writing it as much as the summer of dreams and dungarees.

Poetry Corner | Poem #24

I think this one might be a work in progress, but I like it all the same. You are yours and yours alone, and you are whole and perfect in that sense. Just think.