Shield your joyous ones

Storm clouds carry faces so real I swear they speak: be wary do not squander fine days remember happiness You do not know the weather's humours. Their mouths twist to laughter, then they are dogs, curling away after their own tails until howling and roiling, back they come, forcing me to shelter in a crashing … Continue reading Shield your joyous ones

A poem written under the influence of Billy Collins*

Sitting on the sofa, staring at the perfect flames; the two cats, having argued over who gets the lap and who the haunch, now settled in their places; I'm thinking about a perfect life, which is what this looks like. Rain drums on the roof and falls in waves from that one place where the … Continue reading A poem written under the influence of Billy Collins*