Haiku (conversation overheard in a downtown bar)
he wants to retire
back where all the spires conspire
to show him the way.
Too much of a good thing
the red sunset bleeds regret
Why can’t I write like Rupi Kaur? (1)
my quinoa* quota
was far from quotidian
thanks! sunflower seeds!
Climate Change is Opening Windows
rumours dropping from the eaves
neighbours thick as thieves
singing off key at three
o’clock in the morning.