Category Archives: Poetry

Concentrate
             was the advice
it did not
               go nice
where there was nothing
             and I mean rules
I found
            the true pools
swimming them easy
        an archrival
                          no more
       undone                                  stories
          narrative                    vainglories
                         frail      yet     still
     for it's                     going                to
                                                                       end
and I'm delighted
                                to hear your voice
even as you whisper
           too softly
                               for any ear
                                                   to hear.