Personal Platform: Late
This poem demonstrates something we’ve all been through more than a few times in our…
This poem demonstrates something we’ve all been through more than a few times in our…
It’s late autumn; the leaves are nestled under tree trunks or half shoved into dirty drains….
With winter wind whacking at your windows and chilling gusts approaching, what is more fitting…
Buses and taxis whizz by in blurs – a scene which could have jumped right…
I keep thinking how strange it is, That when we’re dead and long gone Our…