Entries tagged poetry

or Between hope and regret What does the ocean know of a squid, always looking behind as thoughts oscillate? What can the…

Being Wrong Right Better to be wrong with an open ear Than to be right, never bent to hear. The path that’s worn by prideful tread Leads not…

We speak of freedom as if it were flight, but forget that wings come with wind, and the sky offers no shelter. We crave a trail…