Voice
I remember my father’s voiceLow and slightly accented.He would speak simplyBut deeplyA man of few words. Because of this, his words usually held weight. They …
Tag: Poetry
beginnings are endings are beginnings again
Lockdown is over now. This feels Significant. Freedom I guess, for some of us, those of us who aren’t still trapped In prisons In high …
My Neighbour
A shrill cry eruptsAnd a heavy beat of wings thuds through the canopyAs the sea of white within the green and grey shifts above me …
both/and
Leaves flickerTrees murmur gently to each otherLight breeze touching my skinTemperature a gentle nothingGreys and greens of the eucalyptDancing, swaying, pausingBefore cheering on the next …