Infuriating
time-thief, although utterly
worth it in the end.
by Scooj
Infuriating
time-thief, although utterly
worth it in the end.
by Scooj
Once upon a show
watching children dance and sing
brings tears to my eyes.
by Scooj
.
I’m cutting it fine
trains are unreliable
meeting jeopardised.
.
by Scooj
.
Dawn squirrels frolic
silhouettes against grey skies
in skeleton trees.
.
by Scooj
Not a stitch to wear
nor anyone to love me;
injured and damaged.
by Scooj
I long for the spring
the lengthening of the days
and the warming sun.
by Scooj
Baccy tin open
in front of her cold crossed legs
shelter for small coins.
by Scooj
Unusual sound
baby cries in the office
to mixed reactions
a human reminder in
a sterile environment.
by Scooj
Northern hemisphere
writers scribble winter thoughts;
its sunny down south.
by Scooj