Tag Archives: A life in poems

Trade ice in for mud
As cold water runs…

Shards of glass
In a desert of sand…

Making something
Real from dreams…

Sometimes it feels
That there’s nothing to write…

Start from the end
And keep moving on…

Walking through fire
But staying intact…

Staying awake
For a kingdom asleep…

Hundreds of pages
A handful of years…

My legs give out
Though the end is in sight…

A riverside stroll
On a warm afternoon…