Writing

Selected verse

A few short poems to give a sense of the author’s voice.

Placeholder texts — to be replaced

Morning

This morning I opened the window

and the whole country stepped in —

mist, a river, a single bird,

and a silence I cannot name.

The Road

Whoever sees only the destination in a road

wades knee-deep past every river.

I stop at every stone

and ask who it was before it fell silent.

Blades

Grass is of volcanic origin.

Even the quietest blade

remembers the fire

it grew out of.