Poetry & Other Peculiar Things

From Time To Dream
Frosty air and the rust on the leaves, summer slipped away from time to dream, like it always does. Until it doesn't. Read more...
A Story Named John
Let me tell you a story — a story about a particularly peculiar ape named... John. You may also call him — or her — Bill, Larry, Lucy, or even Miss Peregrine. The name doesn't matter, but it adds a nice touch — don't you think? John lived long ago, although I'm sure he would have wished to be here right now.Firstly, he would be alive, and secondly, because he would have much preferred to live in a "modern world" — a definition that changes with every passing century. Funny how... Read more...
Brave act
The way through these woods is not for the fainthearted. It belongs to those brave souls who desire nothing more than to know —to know how silence feels beneath their feet,how spirits... Read more...
Unbroken
Do not seek to conquer me, or you will lose yourself in here. My soils won’t beg for empathy, no. They radiate consequencesfor the careless wandererwho does not pay attention. One slip,and... Read more...
City’s neverending noise
This city’s neverending noise — the constant chatter, the pounding that echoes through my bones, cars whooshing left and right. No one stops.No one pauses for a thoughtor notices anything beyondthe little screens... Read more...
Home
Here I find peace and reconnect with roots older than I can dream.  Here, time loosens its grip, and only presence truly means a thing. I step into the stillness,asking for permission to... Read more...
Look up
Look up, look up from that tiny screen. Can’t you see me, gleaming softly just above you? I remember your mother,dancing with me on summer eves.Your father, playing pirates and princeswithin my... Read more...
Weary and teary
I am ill, my dear, ill from all the wounds your hands have made — from the smoke that clouds my breath, the noise that drowns my birds, the taking that forgets to tend, and... Read more...
Did you forget me?
Did you forget me? Because I never forgot you. Your footsteps pressed into my soilwhen you were still an innocent soul.Your laughter, carried by my winds,drifted far and wideand sent... Read more...
Dark Realms
I know these dark realms all too well. Where roots weave through forgotten years, and whispers outlast every breath. I have watched you wander here before, footsteps wobbly, heart uncertain,mind racing,always searching for somethingyou... Read more...
Homecoming
You have come back to me, even after years of neglect and taking, bruising and aching, I have been here waiting. The old ones whispered of this day —that the wandering heartswould find... Read more...
Small Beginnings
It begins small, as it always does. A hand brushing against the bark, gently caressing the wounds of our shared past. A breath of clean air, filling our lungs, mending our fears. A... Read more...