COVID 19 – Hope at Last
A Haiku about hope
A Haiku about hope
My heart - it's beating a hundred miles an hour when I wake up covered in sweat and tears.
If I dare permit it, I can determine. Whether I am captive, or I am free.
She’s done it again, folded the page over and now it’s tickling me. You know when you get an itch in an awkward place and...
A personal inter-generational reflection on the effects of the virus.
Don't you hate it when, You have an argument and It sticks around like A moody storm cloud That no sage or quartz crystal Can...
Two things I never ever wanted to be: a teacher, a hairdresser. A third thing I never wanted to be: stuck in the house with...