open, but just barely.
Category: Poetry
head trip
such a strange sleep
in limbo
Solitude is a state of mind.
on advent – viii
perspective is key
on advent – vi
the waiting gets old
on advent – v
Please, bring some tidings.
on advent – iv
incarnation… wow.
on advent – iii
“time” is beyond us.
on advent – ii
the crooked made straight
on advent – i
we wait and wait…and…
hold on tight
factory-installed
Sonnet XIV – Close to the Wind
a proud sight beheld, from stern to the prow.
fingers need a break
Writing has its time and place
strata
“feel the feels” a friend affirmed, and deeply dug did I.
life of crime
When I wrote It didn’t fit
roundabout
The vicious circle carries on. Must think to make the thinking gone.
formunctional
When words fall short, the form will aid
cold ghosts
Where are you? The time-lapsed blur teases your location.
Tempus Fugit
Where will Kronos take me next?
Opting In – Part 2
It turns out that “in” is not where one should always opt.
