A poem I wrote after seeing a graffiti with a particularly thought provoking message
All in Poetry
Shadow Puppets
Something about us reminds me of houses
Lined up next to each other by force and circumstance
Under surveillance and sharp eyes
If Poets Are Right
If hope is a thing with feathers
— oh, can’t you just see it fluttering its wings?
My Spring Love
you have received
a glass heart that follows them,
to the end of the world