Started on 22 May 20165 poems
May 19, 2016
The world as we know it is devoid of innocence.
What once was a normality is now a
May 10, 2015
She picks up the leather-bound book
Her fingers tracing the raised letters on the
Dragging myself into the room.
Put on my dad’s
I close my eyes
I open them on an old street
The oak trees bending over the road
Sierra - 2016
Shattering the glass that is the surface of the water