Category Poetry

There are decisions that belong only to adulthood. Not the small ones that fill ordinary days. Not what to eat, what to wear, what to watch, where to go. The real ones. The ones that arrive quietly and then refuse…

It’s like watching a film that can’t catch up with itself frames slipping the road bending, the image always arriving a heartbeat too late. Drifted into old photographs, and there we are again somewhere between continents between laughter and silence,…