my sister the moon
June 18, 2025
i want to live
by the moon,
just as ocean
tides do.
permissions to
ebb and flow.
just the gentle
push and pull
of my sister
the moon.
Category: Poetry
watching the magic
June 16, 2025
we wore feathers
and danced in starlight.
our language was that of
luminosity and crystal castles.
we hung diamonds from tree
branches, like earrings
and watched them swing
like pendulums
in the wind.
the rivers, they knew us
and the moon, she smiled
watching the magic
beneath her.
a glass filled with sand
June 15, 2025
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June 13, 2025
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my backpack
June 6, 2025
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what is a weed?
June 4, 2025
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out-right old
June 2, 2025
with so many people
fighting time to stay
young, resisting
old age, and the
certainty to come.
why so much shame,
in something that
happens to us all?
why not a celebration
in living for so long?
summer haze
June 1, 2025
brightly coloured
mismatched clothes and
lop-sided ponytails.
small hands clutching the
chain of a long forgotten
swing in a park falling
into disrepair.
loose strands of hair
whip and whirl in a
wild halo haze as we
laugh and slurp on
iced-lollies and
Mr. Whippy,
telling stories and
singing songs,
never knowing a single
care or misfortune.
picking strawberries
May 30, 2025
i was sad to see them
wrapped in plastic
after picking them
so freely in the fields
all those years ago.
a girl and her basket,
nose blushed by the sun,
ribbons snapping
in the wind,
mosquito bites and
the hum of bees
as golden light
cast shadows
across tall grass.
in the distance, laughter.
innocence, yet to be taken
provenance
May 28, 2025
consider the pencil
i hold in my hand
and the decades of growing
now torn from the land
like a babe ripped
from its mother’s breast
what life had to end
for this page that i hold
so that i might scribe poems
with words so bold
THE LONELY WHITE WOLF 