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 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.
Observations from a trip to this city of brown and beige
Portrait of a girl