familar places (Remove filter)
hide and seek
hide and seek
one thousand and one
one thousand and
my head pressed against the bark
on the tree by the pond side
where the ducks quack back
at the boy with the ball
whose dreams are
not yet fully formed
two one thousand and three
one thou
sat by the brown muddy water
with schoolbooks spilling from bags
a kiss on the cheek
and we carve ...
Wednesday 3rd April 2019 12:30 pm
Recent Comments
Marla Joy on Derek’s Theory of Quantum Stiles
5 hours ago
Tom Doolan on Pickleball Man
10 hours ago
Hélène on Derek’s Theory of Quantum Stiles
12 hours ago
Hélène on The proper way to write poetry
12 hours ago
Flyntland on The proper way to write poetry
13 hours ago
Red Brick Keshner on a place for random thought and memory
13 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Do we need to explain?
13 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Haiku for 2025 [No. 9. Testicles]
13 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Haiku for 2025 [No. 9. Testicles]
14 hours ago
tryingthings on Egocentricity
14 hours ago