Four poems
Browsing: Creative
A strange long year is coming to an end
“To burn. To ache. To be regrown.”
Around Lu, the sun rose and the night set, the trees grew and shed leaves, animals gave birth and died, plants bloomed, stars expanded and burst.
Taking a moment to look up and look out.
A strange sketch
Facebook took my memories, and I didn’t care.
First place (fiction) winner in the Honi Soit Writing Competition 2019
Second place (fiction) winner in the Honi Soit Writing Competition 2019
Third place (fiction) winner in the Honi Soit Writing Competition 2019