the shark is wailing.
its baby drowned at its birth.
grief is not racist.
Archives for August 2018
man can
if there is future
does it have a place for man?
perhaps the trash can.
climb climate climb
tandoori is hot.
it’s the oven of my life.
time for the climate.
key bored
my fingers are tired.
pecking for inspiration
on black and white keys.
fit as a fettle
the muscle that whines
plucked from my toes to my spine.
my fettle not fine.
mount valley
the road is winding.
the straight and narrow twisting.
the hills and valleys.