I recently read a book called, The Poetry of Strangers, it spoke about the slower process of typing out a poem, key stroke by key stroke. You can check out the book here The Poetry of Strangers Then I was gifted three manual typewriters, that came from an old house, and the tiniest house I’ve […]
Typing Out Poetry —
Now is time to live
Experiencing each day
Let us learn to surf
We ran and ran
laughing headlong into the wind
which swept along the shore,
our arms held out like useless wings,
cheeks flushing with life and youth.
When we stopped
we could see where we’d been,
catching our breath
as the waves washed over our feet.
You held me and squeezed, your eyes
the colour of oceans
cool amid those blushing cheeks.
If moments are captured
and etched upon memory,
this was one such point in time
pivoting on eternity
Ciscography 