A song about opposing passion and violence.
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 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 descriptive poem, dedicated to those people who - in different ways - cannot help but make an impression.
A poem with an angry title.
A torn scrap of paper provokes more questions than it answers
Too many options are better than none at all. But only slightly.