Caged Freedom

caged in my throat,
shards of insecurity.
deviation sharpens
their resolve.

Tiny Gatherer

tiny gatherer
simple proletarian
life once more sustained

Nature’s Cathedral

nature’s cathedral
animals of eventide
have come out to prey

Inkwell’s Tale

inkwell full
it contains a tale
paper rustles
pen and pencil scratches

eyelids droop
coffee brews
the tale flows
from the nib

first draft
red strokes
leftover ink
tale unfinished

more coffee
drafts back and forth
inkwell runs dry
the tale is told

Hey B’y

scrolling through,
I found