A poem I wrote, after seeing a red glove left on the ground in the commuting rush: Little is more miserable than this dropped glove Fingers of red wool, a pavement splatter Soon, buried in snow, to rot in spring Then carried off, swept up in litter Dragged from a pocket with some frantic seeking… Continue reading Red Glove
Tag: Poetry
Goodbye Stranger
From BBC Global Perspective Documentary Archive: Every year up to 20 people die completely alone in Amsterdam. There are no friends or family to prepare their funeral or mourn over the body. Sometimes these people are illegal migrants, drug mules, or simply people who for one reason or another, cut off all social contacts. A… Continue reading Goodbye Stranger
Easier
it's easier to hate than to adoreit's easier to sit than to exploreit's easier to dismiss than to learnit's easier to take than to earnit's easier to fail than to succeedit's easier to rest than to achieveit's easier to settle than to dreamit's easier to bleed than to healit's easier to destroy than to buildit's… Continue reading Easier
