Poetry

A Bird in the Suburbs

I think I’d like to be a bird in the suburbs. Swooping freely from garden to garden. Picking my favourite seeds, worms, nuts and berries.

18 hrs ago •

Sketch of a Woman in a Coffee Shop

An observational poem about timeless elegance, quiet creativity, grace and poise.

Oct 5 •

To Tell You The Truth

A poem that explores how the stages of love, from first sparks to final changes, reflect deeper truths about our existence.

Aug 4 •

Come clean. Let the sun’s rule smelt you. Let the mind and the stomach pulse, swallow, strip each other whole. Let the rain’s rhythm lead you. Let all…

Jun 23 •

May 27 •

I sit and wait. Taking up space with my cold emptiness. The universe or a bad memory. You ignore me most of the time. Preferring her waist-high purity…

May 5 •

A poem about my mum, written a few months before she passed in July last year.

Mar 15 •

A sonnet about change.

Mar 12 •

A short poem about impermanence, faith and connection.

Mar 3 •

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