Nova

Place my body near the Ocean. Watch as the tide drags it in. Shall I rise above the sea, Or drown deep into the abyss? We notice so little, Yet yearn for much more. Waiting to move, As the door close… There’s a boat ahead, Safety is on the horizon. Escaping from the RAW emotion….

Aorta

A poem of adventure and love.

Indigenous

A poem inspired by the work of a television film called “The Stand”.