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 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 descriptive poem, dedicated to those people who - in different ways - cannot help but make an impression.