What was it that woke me so early? I have no idea, but it was interesting to experience a side of the city that I've never seen before.
A whittler carves an image from wood by paring away tiny slivers. What if you could re-make your own life the same way?
A glimpse into the mind of an introvert at a party.
A recent injury led to me spending an inordinate amount of time in hospital waiting rooms. Here is my impression and my first attempt at writing a poem in (more or less) villanelle form.
A poem for my late father
A poem with an angry title.
Was it a setback? Or were you just thinking too big...
Too many options are better than none at all. But only slightly.
A poem describing a certain aspect of depression